[Verse 1: 4oreverafterMemory]

The conscious generation

Celebrate the evolution

Get a job at the airport

Check too short to pay the house note

Turn on the TV, then i see

Different homeboys

That went to school with me

Playing in the PLS

We used to kick back in ennerdale, Andy, Morena, Neo plays for mandela state

I wish my homeboys much success

But at the sametime

I still get impressed

Story to tell, google me

4orеverafterMemory

I wipе my tears

Sip my beer

Wish goodluck to my peers

But anyway, before us

It was life, full of luck

Even if you feel stuck

There was generations before us

We are superstars

You can take bro out the hood

But bro is the hood

So get it true

Make money move

Feel i should first get

Where i need to fetch

African dreams

Understand, No going back

Play my part as Well

What you say my brother tell em fam

[Verse 2: Bucx$_sa]

Yeah

The path is clear is never shady and muddy

Better believe me when i say its vivid

Cz i bump to beautiful brains

Who got it paved for them young niggas

Who left their hoods just to make it in the deepest ends of the darkest cities

Some of them wake up like boom a nigga lost it

But the music lives and raise the second generation and more generations after that you dig

That's pure magic if you attach your conscious

Um in their shoes and this shit is stinky

Um drowning

Um thinking abou bills and balacing shit

Or maybe its just a fantasy um over exhagerating things

But the Super stars i see on tv can never be things they Genuine

I mean real recognise real nigga

But e'ry body got their live you know some of our stars left drugs and anxiety, we celebrate them we different

The good ones they plant and the bad ones they rip

So who do i follow if the shit is ?