012 State Of Mind (Freestyle) ft. GrèY GalxY Lyrics

I blow a 'K' in your face

Lol at me I am not phased

Pop me a pill imma taste

I can not sip on no lean

Blowing out smoke in the rain

Thinking of clipping my wings

Getting my head out the clouds

Putting my feet on the ground

Mfano o fisa ka tlhao

Ntebele pila ska ntlwaela marao

Ge e lore ga witsi molao, ke

Tswa le mothwao ka bo ma 11 down

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Kasi e mphile crown

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bona

O ova le bosso,

Ao nrekele court'o

Dai baby o mpotsore o skeema mfano for

Go mo jela menyonyo

Jumpas a nthuba ka call'o

A mpotsore o tshwere stedi ko dai boy

Eh Ngwano ke top'o

Masukuteid re bona mehlolo

That's why I do it like this

She loving my humour

Ke bone a ntebeletse ka 'S'

Nkare ga nyako n'zooma

Went a little closer to get me a kiss

A seba are wa n'duma

And I got harder when I heard her hiss

Ngwano ke Medusa

Noga fucking with wrong hoes

I only roll with the homegrown

mapara le stocko

iPhone e tseya di photo

Communicate'a di combo

Look at me I'll never stop though

Till I pull up in Rolls Royce

Imma do it with my own voice

Imma bring up the homeboys

I never roll with a bozo

Ge o le snaai ke no no

O nnetso bakha seboko

Mothwao o tsere ke skobo

This is my Asta La Vista

When i come back I'm on beast mode

Killing the 012 freestyle

Stofo se tshwere le dilo

I admit it

I did for my niggas

I'm just tryna put my city on the map

Don't care about these rappers Imma kill'em

We getting high when it all goes down

The full moon rose high on the crown of the metropolis

Shining, like who on top of this

As it loomed shed light on the lives niggas hustling

Fighting over sustenance

Like a punishment nyaope niggas crying out in pain

Cause they couldn't get their last hit

She giving up brain tryna raise kids

Old man tip a bottle thinking about his past tense

I seen a lot of crazy shit inside this city I love

So I smoke a couple trees so I can see the above

Get the perspective of the moon, see my city like owls

Although I'm howling like a wolf, pray I'm pure like a dove

Inside the city of drugs where every nigga gets crazy

Inside the city of fun, bitches like gimme your funds

Went to the city of money and things are getting more crazy

Inside the city of guns, niggas like gimme your funds

But I'm loyal to my city 'till I cough up a lung

Every centimetre of body under the ground

But 'till then I'm still playing the sound loud

Making the crowd bounce

Escaping the violence insidious

Hoping for glory in a city where niggas curious

Watching you struggle to get your bag that's when they dig in it

Ain't no victory in a city where niggas have to take it from you

And the huns have to fake shit to make it, guess it's the 012

State of mind

012 State of mind

Yeah, 012 State of mind

012 State of mind

The 012 State of mind