[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]

Yeah

Memoirs of you a young nigga

Dj Slique, Doe Boy

Injayam Volume two

By the stoep with the troops and we shining my nigga

Just like diamonds my nigga

African royalty linage my nigga

Pay homage my nigga

Dreams of Nubian designer my nigga

Yeah

That’s why I’m straight up designing my niggas

They ain’t seen crooked niggas get out the projects

Foreign thotties ko kasi they wanna party

But my niggas is trapping

Catching bodies so I’m sorry I’m AWOL I’m with the army

ONDE the G.A.N.G throw up the set for the dead homies harre kala

Kennel the G.A.N.G might pull up with 40

Thieves like it’s Ali Baba

At the telly with looters by the lobby

Moving that Whitney that’s the word to Bobby

Now we with the stars and it’s aligning

Guluva maneuvers check the design

Came from the dark that’s why we shine

Treating the corner like it’s the shrine

My doggy’s ain’t playing ain’t barking they bang

Came from the ghetto we make it divine

Gang

[Verse 2: Luhle Dikana]

But but but anyway my exit plan is, fuck the bad bitches

Get a 100 bands, I need jet skis and a lot of land

I need less beach and a lot of sand

I need less weed, just a little hash

I need real Jesus not a hologram

I need real booty on my Instagram I don’t need attention

I just want some ass cause

We, we could’ve just did it like pronto

Just heard my shit getting played in Toronto

Came with the family but they staying behind tho

I know what I know but it’s none of your business