BLACK ITALIAN Lyrics

I'm a black Italian

Black Italian, I'm a maniac

Monday morning my back is sore, I'm like ouch

Cause last night I passed out on the couch

I was trying to study, I slept holding a textbook

Cause that's not what I'm about

I might have an exam today, but I'ma pass it without a doubt

I only see myself spitting raps, I'll never switch the route

I'm just a kid from Africa South, who has rhythms coming out of his mouth

I was lost, but then I found my sound

I still choose the amount over the clout

I ain't playing when i say for this shit, I was bound

Don't need a label, I'ma start this shit from the ground

For the streams I need, foreign currencies, I'm talking dollars and pounds

You are not who you think you are, you don't deserve the crown

Even Batman will tell you the Joker is not a clown

I told you I'm a maniac, black Italian

I said I'm a maniac, black Italian

Put your ears close to the speaker man, you're listening to the anointed

The chosen one, by my ancestors I was appointed

What you expect is what you get, don't leave room for disappointment

I come from a place where the male bestie is more important than the boyfriend

Where there's no law abaidience, where family issues are resolved by violence

And when the streets hear sirens, like a mute dude they choose silence

Where girls break their virginity when they still teens like titans

Where traffic officers ask for something to quench their thirst instead of the license

Where we call Pakistanis our war friends

Ko Kasi, where niggas be chilling at the corners asking for five friends

A place where masturbation addiction is defeating the children,Ko majita baphelang without a vision

And tik is the only purpose of living

Black Italian, I'm a maniac

Black Italian, I'm a black Italian

Black Italian, black Italian

Black Italian, I'm a maniac

I told you that

I feel like my hand is about to bleed

My palm itching like it got stung by a bee

But never give me access to your assets, cause I'm careless and reckless

I know when I get the cheese, I'ma blow it like the leaves of a tree

When it's S-P-R-I-N-G

Anyway, I'm on another league

It's me versus me

Catch up to me like D-S-T-V

Yeah, Black Italian