[Verse 1: Vivi]

I'm like whatever man, rhyme style I'm better man/

Takin' over Indian, cooler than a ceilin' fan/

Independent indie man, makin' speakers boom/

Inspiration, motivation, cereal & cartoons/

Fresh like dougie, chasin' paper that ain't runnin'/

If success is at the crib, let her know that I am comin'/

Cause, I be on that Obama shit/

Priddy like my momma shit/

Hustle on the daily shit/

Don't bug me chasin' dreams now bish/

Maserati motive, my ambition locomotive/

Got my hustle on the move/

Life's a game don't play to lose/

Play your cards right, never left, stumble never fall/

Not in it for a thing if I'm not gon' have it all, I'm/

On point, like a finger on a dagger/

You can point at any woman never doubt me I can have her/

Nigga high up on that swagger, slicker than yo vaseline/

Sippin' on that turn up juice so to the left is where I lean/

To the side, pimpin' please, put in work on yo fatigue/

My team is in this bitch & we is way outta yo league/

In my prime like Optimus/

Soaking in 'em compliments/

I'm oozing of that confidence/

I'm speakin' of the obvious/

Literally literal, G'd up individual/

Legend like Saddam & Mbombela's where I'm from/

You can put that on my mom, even bet it on my dad/

There's no other G alive who's got this amount of swag

[Verse 2: Bazz]

All these broads got a prob' like whatever man/

Got a prob' we can brawl like whatever man/

Six feet tall stack it all like cheddar man/

Man, I'm finna ball like whatever man/

Christian Dior, Jack, all, black leather/

Keep your swag tight and your ties might sever man/

Ha!/

You hear the lines I'm delivering?/

Fresh to death, I'm deceased send condolences/

I'm like whatever man, rhyme style I'm better man/

Buck wild forever man, CalamFam under/

Boom! Speakers sufferin'/

Boom! We just hustlin/

Swag undercover man/

Back! Undiscovered man/

Bazz and the others man, Cash keep 'em motivated/

Numbers? Still rollin' in/

Honeydips they phonin' in/

Smellin' my cologne and then, I wasn't bonin' 'em/

Moanin and they groanin' ma'an/

Kiss! They be throwin' in/

Fam to the top, where we cop 'em and shoot em/

You hear the kick so sick it jaw drop 'em and move 'em/

Yeah I stop 'em and scoop 'em/

Call that swagger recruitin'/

I run the streets so slick, I'm presidential like Zuma/

Run in groupies, no shit, we roll in hunn'eds like tuna/

Spit hard, from what, nigga ngathi ngyaba sula/

Zulu rhymes so silly ngaphiskhati syavuma/

Why you lookin' at me/

Amakhanda vhumbuka/

Nobody rhyme like B, ice cold I'm so cooler/

Errbody after me Calamity is the future!/

Ha!/

Calamity is the future/

Errbody after me Calamity is the future!/