AKA Magriza

[AKA:]

I’m too connected, too well respected

Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik

If I do it like I’m supposed to? It’s expected

Please don’t bother me for a photo, but the guest list

Yeses, take it back to the essence

TDK cassette shit, still up with that shit

Oh yeah, I’m talking way back

Way back when English or Vernac was still a question

I’m the one they aim at, we don’t pay the same tax

Don’t stay in the same flats, we ain’t in the building

Rappers in a wack place, niggas got bad taste

Tried to give me handshakes, I don’t ever field them

Champagne give me toothache

Bruce Wayne in the Coupe

You niggas trapping on a Tuesday?

I hit the stu’ and hit the Duvet

Bird’s eye, point of view

So high, Gorilla Glue

North side, chilling in the pool

Tropika, so smooth

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh

I done suffered for the cause

Summer after summer I put numbers on the board

Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls

To say I don’t really give a fuck about awards?

All I ever wanted was applause

All you ever wanted was a Porsche

I’m rocking stunners you wouldn’t cava in the mall

You Stevie Wonder when the zaka is involved

Greedy with the arms, feed you water on the lawn

Dripping sauce, that’s cheese Parmesan

I don’t fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs

20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yay

I’m just trying to be honest

Niggas in the game treat me like I’m a target

Go ahead, put the blame on me

I’m the same OG, I just made more cheese

I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats

Fast forward 2 years I ain’t wrote no speech

Got a plaque, plaque by my old PC

Now I’m finna count racks like I’m Motsepe

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh

[Kwesta:]

Hah, ten year veteran, uh

The best, that’s evident

Even as a freshman I deaded them

But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison, huh

Boy I got plenty rings

Had to give one to this hot melanin

It ain’t a thing, I came from Buttabing

So Will Smith never taught me what independence is

I’m from the era of the genesis

Designer raps, fuck your measurements

Som tshela u-sis ak’tshela what a fetish is

So I can finesse and finish it at the Radisson

Boy I make pretty money

Hand some to my people, now ain’t a nigga ugly

Anisebahle

That’s word from some big account

Used to roll a whole fucking bank

And get high as Orion’s belt

And now we roll up to the fucking bank

It’s all green on both sides of the fence, eish

[AKA:]

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh