In the beginning had no preconceived notions about music except my slightest knowledge that happened to mischief them other kids/ the aim was not to ruin their reputations, i was dedicated ntwana shooting for stars fu**k expectations my bars raising they burning like plants leaving ashes/ thats the tension they use to say i lack content on each and every track/now watch them loosing track like a moving/ im showing up with a slappy verse yeah f** you were saying/ since you were underrating how do you explain this?/ a miracle all because this rap is hard find?real n***as see food like sea food this sh** is hard to find/now few n***as left still kicking raps but they disappear ntwana mang'vela they know whose kicking a**/ they know the path grew steeper as we climbed higher/they saw the whole sh** from scratch im not surprised if they pay respect/ you don't know sh** about me you better ask first/ you disrespect i diminish your lifespan/ is that abrupt change rest in paradise to your old routines/ had to free i and i to discover this/ the real me,i give thanks to the team SGA im proud of my long pedigree/ and i reminisce the love that we had when the production wasn't clean dropping hot 16's on our adolescent the sk** was developing/ now they showing up like hoes when they see the quap lame thinking if they gon down they gon get the some/ Cozz told me about you b**hes yall just after the riches/ low hustlers using our feelings if you f**ing with me legs to the ceiling puff pa**, pa** it to my n***as no feelings for these b**hes man neither for these n***as they all showing interest walking with conflicts/ now they know where im heading ontop of the hill same n***as that were laughing/ my n***a thirtyone been working hard for this sh**/ that gave me no choice except spitting this dope sh** is that Bobby Brown in this b**h n***a/ 1331 buffelspruit you n***as better pray/ bad in every way/strange in every way/ My pool full of sharks im from the jungle where n***as ain't humble around here they just slace you alive like a peace of bread till they see you dead/ You call yourself a G f** you i smell p**y you good looking red lips claiming you too kushing who you fooling?