Tumenya Mateeka ft. Soundlykbb Lyrics

Yesto in the ghetto

I was outside with my fellows

Carry my pisto heavy metal

The opps might die

U know a nigga mental yeah

Yesto in the ghetto

I was offline I was jus mellow

Sometimes u gâta let go and settle

down in e Bando no scandale

Got a fire in my heart and it burn too bright

In a hole different lane, you can't see this sight

Better than most, its like butter

Like the Goat, only come a lil harder

Like knives in the drawer, only that we is the sharpest

The best kept secret, still G. gone go the furthest

Cabbage in the system, Cyclopes with the sight

Mutant in the industry, leave em looking in fright

Tumenya mateeka

Dem a call we the rule beaker

Am the original Money maker

For the family.

Nze nzikolela beeka

Everyday give thanks to the maker

rob a nigga two hours later

Don't follow no rules No neda

Don't tell me I can't do better

Treat it like a game when really it's not the same

Been taking heavy losses, was learning a couple lessons

Talking to the mic, therapeutic kind of sessions

Burning plenty candles help me get back on my feet

Ask for guidance from the lord, can't be stepping in some shit

Walked about a hunned miles and still there nothing in sight

Gotta keep on going, no time to worry bout fright

Need a meal up on the plate, and boy you already late

Cooking up a play In hopes of making me great

Can't be counting on these niggas, even Peter denied Jesus

Get 'em little scared, yea I'm moving like I'm Yeezus

Eyes on the prize, took a detour for the vice

Losing pieces of myself but I guess that was the price

Baby girl want a piece, holding on to what I got

Was giving you abit, you been thinking it's a lot

Should be working on myself, but my stomach start to rumble

Don't tell me I can't do Kendall's

I came à long way from school

I ain't never introduce my handle

I know i aint never been cool

I pull up i pull out the bundles

Nobody came smelling this good

I know I ain't driving no lambo

But I bet that it's coming in soon

Tumenya mateeka

Dem a call we the rule beaker

Am the original Money maker

For the family.

Nze nzikolela beeka

Everyday give thanks to the maker

rob a nigga two hours later

Don't follow no rules No neda

Don't tell me I can't do better

Mad is the flow, so uhmm stealing the show

Like a phoenix keep on rising from the ashes

Boy is on a mission turning dreams into cashes

Steady is the pace so it look a bit slow

Take it step by step, can't be stressing bout a rat race

Long as you can make it ma nigga you is in first place

Hustle like I'm Khalid, so I can suffer from success

Cooking all these plays, it leave a nigga with mad stress

Ramsey in the kitchen, master chef

Picking up my weapon, good lord it is not safe

Think it Soundlyk bb but this is heavy artillery

Chasin me the banks, so fine like it's Hilary

In love with the twat, can't be forgetting chivalry

Illest with the bars still won't be getting sick of me

Talking to the lord and burning me up some candles

Then I'm back on road, tryna make me some bundles

Tumenya mateeka

Dem a call we the rule beaker

Am the original Money maker

For the family

Nze nzikolela beeka

Everyday give thanks to the maker

rob a nigga two hours later

Don't follow no rules No neda

Don't tell me I can't do better

Tumenya mateeka

Don't tell me I can't do Kendall's

I came à long way from school

I ain't never introduce my handle

I know i aint never been cool

I pull up… i pull out the bundles

Nobody came smelling this good

I know I ain't driving no lambo

But I bet that it's coming in soon