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letra de igrootman iphethi bag - iirei

skit
igrootman iphethibag cos he understands
uyigrootman now he knows he’s gotta be a man

fanele thee (hook)x2:
face life with these thoughts
sometimes no time for talk
be the slave or you wanna be the boss
one question at what cost?

tale (verse 1):
i took a mind trip around the world to foresee my path
through the eyes of a young dreamer, dreaming all of it possible
now i’m a young grootman, and time is travelling fast
money’s time, escalate it as well. whatever that costs you…
well not whatever; your soul shouldn’t be a costume
that means never trade fake personality for the core of you
eh ntwana, grootman e tshwere bag. tleen sneakers. fresh cologne. ihustle ihembe
difference between a grootman and a skrr skrr’s bag…mine is not for coughing syrup but to cough up cash
not acting serious dawg, but the clock’s hands move a lot quicker than numbers in an african’s bank
who has time to be clowning just so they could follow back?
my bro thee said it on low-key ‘no need for attention’, which gave me a peace of mind to lay down my plans
and sharing them’s ridiculous; it’s never wise to tell
the album cover says we’re hlanganising rands
time is money, hear me out. i’m not spitting sand
not wasting time spitting bars or whatever you call it
i’m telling you visions. channel my supposed calling
i’ve adopted a hustler’s mind, that’s my latest story
lemme skool you, pay tuition. don’t be here for the chorus
we’re living life in real life, never what they taught us
‘qeta ba re we disregard the ways of hard workers
work smart; the less you move, the more you go forward
less is more, grootmans don’t get involved in any petty social circles known for small talk
by any means necessary we don’t die poor
talk is cheap and pictures paint a thousand words
my portrait is tleen sneaks and a fresh cologne
meaning that the hustle keeps me up & going till these beats and what i speak gets annoying

fanele thee (hook)x2:
face life with these thoughts
sometimes no time for talk
be the slave or you wanna be the boss
one question at what cost?

fanele thee (verse 2):
i didn’t see them take it but but the way they digging in that hand bag, yup it looks stolen
brown straps, side zips, fake leather i mean you could tell, the edges were tearing
it’s looking like a bad job for the ashy lipped gents, one of two was complaining
so much tissue, some lip gloss, a couple of keys but then the main one thing is just missing
maybe they found a purse and phone but this was a moment, i’m walking
couldn’t really keep starring
i look to my left if hobo is an offence street kid wouldn’t do it, he was an old man
mntsintsila ouchea looking back at you like he doesn’t really care; cause he’s still digging
the bin for food, bottles, metal scr-ps, the last kop of weed whatever if he’s breathing
dlule’makuleni with no offence to bccsa this how all the streets are talking
as they watch the game bhakaniya vs sandawana i noticed something that beat all the tension
the weed dealers superbet ticket was near completion, that says a lot about his ambition
you n-ggas wanna sell drugs for the mentions
the kind to put you in cuffs at the station
whatever happened to self-education
must’ve died with the government expectations
i wouldn’t tell you what’s in my bag, i walk in some corners the horror has been an honour
so i stay relaxed
romeo must die, this music thing is juliet
gotta speak a life-time in a simple sentence
ngiphethibag ngiphekwamaplan
just come to the show or sit in my eyes a dozen times till you understand

fanele thee (outro)
be the slave or you wanna be the boss?

- iirei

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