Burg Soash Part. 1 Lyrics

Thought I was capping when I said that I done seen it all

Been it all, bumped fists with plugs and dealers who really deal it all

My one sponsor a nigga who never move at all

Whatever you might need best believe homie move it all

Eight thirty five on the corner of fife i come alive

Coz the block just might turn into Joburg

But I'll arrive where I gots to alive I got some merch man

I'm hot gotta move like it's your burg

I'm just a burg nigga tryna get by, I mean do you blame me

Street hustlers raised me

If I was up for adoption guess who would claim me

One oh nine hookers and weed niggas who pay me

It's the seventeenth and your boy be mad broke

And I'm unemployed I ain't on no pay roll

Gots to make a buck before I duck and lay low

Plus the image need some cash just to shine this halo

Put me on my G, what you got

Which block do you need a nigga on I ain't scared of no cops

He said he had a bag that he had to move south to esigodini

But it should have went emini

Me I make a plan I'm like cool what's the move

He's like vayi get your trans at Evelyn

I'm like the youth bruh, all we want is jobs like Steven

Against all odds add it up and get even

He packs my bag

Skyfs a vay I take a drag

Then I'm off man it's either get zaffed or make a bag

Got no time to humble brag eight k on my back

So much bronco on me CIMAS wouldn't know how to act

Yoh

Fast forward

Now the fit moving faster than my nut when I bust quick

Driver got a bust lip talking shit that was toxic

He said most niggas think they God but don't know he's agnostic

Air con on on my mind ain't no conflict

Ain't no Akon thoughts though I might be a convict

If the car gets stopped at this road block

Coz you know these military cops got like mad glocks

Maybe how I'm moving be a little bit risky

He must have read my thoughts coz he passed me the whisky

We approach the zafs man I pray they don't frisk me

I'm thinking bout my girl and the way that she kiss me

Will she miss me

If I ain't back in the burg I'm Tryna move to the burbs

Either wheeling or dealing or spitting words

I know a lot folk might think it's absurd

To chase a bag this bad but this is life in the burg

Nigga we outside

And we just passed the toll gate

Zafs could have brushed a young nigga like colgate

But we had a bribe destiny be my soul mate

I'm about to make a bag inflate my pockets like oh eight

I get out the jap enter into another one

I'm sitting at the back to swap a bag for another one

Homie at the front grabs a stack and another one

Then he lights a blunt and a vay and another one

Then he looks at me gois a slap and another one

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