Real Gold (mo' money) [feat. Samora Magwa & Melo] Lyrics

Bona

How the cycle keeps cycling

One day you gloomy, then the next man, it's happiness

Great tingz are happening

Trust yourself

When you're starving in your soul you better feed yourself

Believe yourself

Receive and retrieve yourself

Don't block yourself

No timer here, don't clock yourself

Tick tock yourself

Or suicide bomb yourself

Throw your hands up in the air and celebrate yourself

Mjitawam

Were you never told that you are gold?

Priceless element

That's why your kind was always sold

The kasi was built to taint and fuck your soul

So unfuck yourself

And make sure your story's told

Real gold

Mo' money, mo' problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

(Ooh tell me what's the cost?

Some Rands? Or some bands? Or some land?

Who's the boss, huh?)

Mo' money, mo' problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

(Man, tell me, what's the price?

Called my brother made from gold

Samora, hop on the mic, king)

I'm tryna find a way of living

Cause living ain't really living

This

Corrupted system

That's systematically cuffing me

Telling me to be struggling

Cause black ain't really worth it

I know I'm worth it

I know it

I know I'll make it

There's too much money, but we're struggling

Land of milk and honey, but we're bubbling

Saw a nigga dead, now I'm stumbling

He was really scared, he was crumbling

Land of the brave, like Steve Biko

(Uh)

Too many people with egos

I been praying my knee thouglh

Told my mama we'd be free though

Everybody on the see-saw

They be cuttiing in

And it's lethal

Keep it clean with the free-flow

A movie scene is what I see though

Shit is real, we ain't free, bro

A black queen in a movie scene

A black king in a crime scene

George Floyyd couldn't breath bro

Black boy getting killed bro

Murder, muder, shit is real though

Thina'ekasi we ain't free, bro

Vok vake 'cele vuke

Make a prayer phamba ulale

Mo' money mo problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

Man all the money's in rotation

But my worth is not absurd

So my soul, you're not taking

Mo' money, mo' problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

See, I've lost my motivation

This nation's fucked in rotation, this nation's fucked in rotation

Bona

How the cycle keeps cycling

There's truth in repetition, so I had to take it there again

I had to take it there again

I'm flying higher than the wind

It's harder when you're suffering'They tryna take away our wins

Bona

How the cycle keeps cycling

There's truth in repetition, so I had to take it there again

I had to take it back again

Pro black, never crack again

Never doubt yourself

Or occupy another shack again

Kicking this track like I got goals

Surf on this beat like I got flows

Is black really free?

What is blacker than me?

Will that always be how the theme goes?

Smelling this shit like I got nose

Keeping my enemies this close

Keeping them all in a kennel

I'm kidding

They really be dogs

But they've been hoes

Real gold

Mo' money more problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

(What's the cost for a dollar? what's the cost for a dollar?)

Mo' money more problems

What's the cost for a dollar?

(What's the cost for a dollar? what's the cost for a dollar?)