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letra de respek - hurricane ceasar

[intro]
now i’d be lying if i said i don’t want fame
i need mercs, i need mils, i need some chains
when you from the hood and you rap they think you strange
so i’ma get that, just put it in their face

[verse 1]
are you happy now (yeah)
leaves on the takkies now (uh)
hood n-gg-s moving weight
they pack men like pacquiao (whoo)
snitches get st-tches so homie don’t even ask me how
cause’ when the cops come around
they can give each other rounds (ah)
not me
i got dreams and i got schemes to leave here (leave here)
cause’ when you speak it’s blood over tea here (tea here)
who knew the sins of adam and eve would lead here (lead here)
and the atoms that matter me would be here (be here)
lord’s know
i need money for mama’s health (whoo)
need to feed my family build some generation wealth
made a promise to my daddy i won’t ever need his help (gone)
but no profit was made without asking god’s help
do see my situation, i’m patient but godd-mn (ah)
heart, racing i’m aching to do my thang (whoo)
love, wasting your faith in the wrong man (gone)
cause’ i’m, jason my face been behind a mask
what’s the prognosis

[hook]
man i’m chakalaka with the sauce (hoo yeah)
bad and boujee i could k!ll you with pose (uh)
someone tell my ex’s that i’m focused on the o’s (whoo)
why i have to say it man everybody knows
that i make em gwala (skrrr)
cava (skrrr)
they can’t catch up when your boy dala (whoo)
cause’ i make em gwala (skrrr)
cava (skrrr)
they can’t catch up when your boy dala (whoo)

[verse 2]
if you got what i need baby i’ma hit you up (ya)
this that jozi boy charma shh i’m a get you stuck (whoo)
love make you tell all your enemies that my eurgh b-mp (uh)
my sick lyrics in your throat got it looking like mumps (i spit gross n-gg-)
no filter, man i need real love
life getting real tough, i need the mils bruv
i give you chills huh, lit in the winter
i need a fat cheque, i got a habit (whoo)
to do this rap shh, don’t tell anybody
this started out just a hobby
now my bars h-t heads like grace mugabe (uh)
and i’m doing it better than everybody (d-mn)
won’t take it back and i dare you to make me (ah)
my ex just went and had her a baby (go on girl)
honestly i’d rather have a mercedes (cause’ that’s cool)
so when i pull up i’m making all of em hate me, a king with no throne n-gg- (whoo)
stupid shh i’m feeling shallow (hoo yeah)
getting green every season just call me arrow (hoo yeah)
man life been foul like a soccer tackle (uh uh uh)
but every exodus leads to a tabernacle
leave it to the lord n-gg-

man i’m chakalaka with the sauce (hoo yeah)
bad and boujee i could k!ll you with pose (uh)
someone tell my ex’s that i’m focused on the o’s (whoo)
why i have to say it man everybody knows
that i make em gwala (skrrr)
cava (skrrr)
they can’t catch up when your boy dala (whoo)
cause’ i make em gwala (skrrr)
cava (skrrr)
they can’t catch up when your boy dala (whoo)

- hurricane ceasar

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