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letra de the audition - soweto tshepiso

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sain’t, sain’t sotra

we put in mad work and it’s squicky clean, whole sh-t is sanitary
calculated moves, ain’t no twists here abritary
dough grubbing like a pizza joint getting busy
add more toppings when the singles drop, steady tipping

6th tape i thought i’d peak then decline
but no offers came through so i hit the ground flying
who dare claims victory from another man’s bag
sharings spoils, it’s no wonders you n-ggas spoilts brats

add to that i am dropping like spoilts shares, conjoined slaps
pushing like results of them wh0res those with broke backs
the juice jumping off the hot pan
and if you feel a way, you could still get booked like a source, and

i’m a grown man with low bands
steady stacking likе i’m on retail with more shelvеs
steady plotting i’m sure shots with no blanks
the picture bigger than the range site, so smoke’s gang

let it pass if you may
that peter parker grief got me sad still today
letting sh-t slide and playing on
watching subs aimed at my side, i say none
is it fair, though… f-ck the fair way
nasty as it may be
i would be a b-tch if i let a n-gga play
fool me once, you can’t shame me
do that sh-t again then we’ll see what is dumb from crazy

like biggy eye they just lazy
the grind too strong, i go hard even tell my girl lay still
called myself the one before strange things
happened and 01 became a villain in a strange dream

i went past nights where i thought there’s tomorrow
how could a gift bare so much sorrow
couldn’t afford playstation while growing up
so understand i don’t play games when the going’s tough

pacing down this road towards loneliness
i already made me joint bout onlyfans
had a shorty that i never got to cut
so if it’s money it would take, then f-ck it that’s no revenge

house packed and i slept under the kitchen table
a far fetch to imagine that i could eat
from my speaker bagging beats
offer heat then bring the table
got stoned to death cause i was able
got sober, got back on the horse and kept jockey
the last kick is maybe these beats when i’m jotting
and shots fired is me on my marks just starting
if karma is a b-tch, i should keep the b-tch coming

a travesty that happened when trapping beats
got clapping with hopes that these 808s could catch us deeds, uh
i spread her cheeks like labs that spread disease
geez, why act like we not tryna k!ll the game with ease, ah

- soweto tshepiso

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