N-Veigh - Marabastad lyrics

The story is two sided How could a n***a run a unicycle front And say that he's too tired Please don't make me laugh bro That's what you sound like When you say that you stack dough Y'all need to sound right When you say that you bag hoes 'Cause we don't hear you brother You only say that you the best When we not near you brother My squad got that thing-thing So when you hear that ring-ring Better understand we don't fear you brother Couldn't deal with this sort of sickness 'Cause they know the real Plus I'm outstanding like Jehova's witness Wrong n***a, sh**, I'm the don n***a Don't be f**ing with the wrong n***a, you b**h Please pardon the weak rappers They sound like a bunch of f*ggots that need Pampers Motormouth n***as Hating on the fact that the boy here Done brought more record than Pete Sampras Man I'm exactly where I should be I thought I told you I'm exactly where I should be You n***as try to cook beef But over here we don't see your tracks homey Like a shorty with a good weave You try to compare n***a But never been a top then n***a Man I done told you that the bars here are hot Like a waiter serving warm beer n***a Not hanging with such rappers My goons bang more hammers than judge Mathis Star status, see nothin matters When my camp grab the toolie-toolie You know we on And your bithc better check the tone 'cause we lowkey Like when you place your thumb on a saxophone The Barry version, I f** with every person Understand that I ain't about the coon sh** I'm dope n***a, yeah I feel like Scotty Pippen 98 'Cause I ain't about the bullsh** Ricking white Ts with some chinos Feel like I'm Denero in Casinos Slugs when you not looking Put you in machines that sound like microwaves When they done cooking See some brother in Jo'burg said I'm fire 'Cause I'm what you find When you mix some Flabba with Proverb Causing damage, see 4 out your top 5 n***as average Much respect to the legends But I think I'm me on lines Even he titter thugs can't be this mean on lines, you dig sh** I'm the best in the city 9 out of 10 can attest in the city b**h I'm not a guest in this city Ey yo Rushiano n***a you got next in this city, what You see my talk is different I'm a dog but my bark is different n***as been sounding the same With me you gon see more change Than when you pay for parking tickets, you dig Now quit fronting like you boss, toe I know n***as that you lost to But you think you got better dough b*tch we laugh out loud 'Cause yo in between Ls like the letter O No, you ain't a beast to us You ain't tough you ain't Mamelodi East to us You ain't rough and you ain't about the life that we speak about We heard what you cats gon critique about Like who's dope or who's sicker Who got more cheese in the group picture Who's hot and who's not but... Honestly we not in the mood fam Ask me what my goons got or do fam They sit around an open fire like a school camp Boombap season, n***a I'm back for a reason And you better show me randelas 'Fore I pop a G (Papa G) like Georgie Zamdela So don't f** with the kid right 'Cause the boy too legit right Yeah I click click bang on 'em, ease up 'Cause you know he's fought with the baddest And he dumb nice like he was a retard with manners I seen you cats sit and mumbling Mad 'cause you see a n***a stack chips and lunching Rands and the Nairas, nah A brother's getting more punds n***a Than a fat kid in London So don't front like you don't know who the beast is Who the king from Mamelodi East is You know I get busy, I get busy And If y'all n***as don't believe me Wait for Beatmochini to release this