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letra de woo - sabali theiam

[1st verse]
i’ve been trapped in a cage
check the fam acting strange
all i do is entertain
f-ck with me and get paid
bad b-tches don’t fade
get the dough and serve cake
make or brake all the same
for them chains i’m a slave
i’ve been hustling all day in the ways i feel
watch them old folks and the hood rats for the bank roll k!ll
putting hard word on the road like every morning no chill
smoking no pills
got me craving for bills

[chorus]
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[2nd verse]
oh my god i’m running late
tell my dogs i’m on the way
all these n-ggers on the matrix
starving hard for them fresh kicks
fighting hard with my angels
i’m a don i’m amazing
couldn’t even get laid when
everybody was faking
oh lord just save me
dirty n-gga been praying
grinding hard on a daily
i’m f-cken tired of maize meal
all my n-ggers can’t stand me
i’m having vision of sandton
now my life on stand still
getting caught up with the fools
every move is a loose
always talking bout my shoes
no school, no rules
broke n-ggers acting cool
wide awake no snoozing
always tripping on the booze when
i’m contemplating bout the pool
tryna make it out the hood
eating drugs no food
rapping hard with no tools
left my heart with no rules
had to drop out of school
no beans served koo
no hoes for the dude
f-ck the hood i’m good

[chorus]
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[3rd verse]
sometimes i get trapped in my zone
its been so long like i’m living wrong and my life on the low
n-ggers on c0ke and i’m sill broke but i’m chasing the dough
holding on tight got my songs right yet i’m preaching with soul
waiting on the night hoping for the light coz i’m feeling controlled
but its alright i was born to fight for my people and all
so i stay strong when they do me wrong coz i’m running for gold
n-gga stay stoned and my goals froze i got too many souls
n-gga gotta roll like a fallen stone while my n-ggers are ball’n
like a booty call on a stripper pole i got too many problems
so i tag along with the ghetto wrongs n-gga ran out of options
i’ve been sowing wrong and for very long now i’m reaping with caution
turned a n-gga bold and my heart cold from dealing with losses
got my ego fold and the truth be told i don’t feel that important
so i gotta grow and let the people know that i’m living of shows
its kinda hard to cope when you’re living broke hope you feel me and all

- sabali theiam

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