[Verse 1 : M.Phasha]

Ey,ey,ey

We studied the game

We gonna get pain

Only real students get money like NASFAS

Wena o snaaks

I remember they weren’t messing with us

Now we moving like the Boyz n the Bucks

Wouldn’t help me promote my single

Now you are acting extra

Just like an album deluxe

I'll make sure that they burn with every verse like they were a CD

Put the pen right through them like they were a TDK cassette

They listening through the grape vinyls

Our music is fine wine ey

They feeling our frequency

Its hitting like sub-basses

The flow is botsana

We skeeming on the game like its Mujava

Ke tloe tshwara molala

Ba raloka demo, yah

They feeling my verses dawg

I'm harder then most these cats

They tryna copy the way that I spit

They biting my tongue dawg

Tryna keep me quiet yeah

Cause we too inspired

[Verse 2 : M.Phasha]

I honestly think that I’m better off working alone

Write just to get in my zone

Putting my all in each and every song

Swear that I vibrate different

They don’t know which frequency I’m really on

Cannot just get on my wave with an aerial

Third eye view with a birds eye view like its aerial

Better keep your composure

Or we bring is to your face like L’Oreal

All of these verses leaving them speechless

Maybe that is why they cannot tell

[Ad-libs]

(ba raloka ey

Ba raloka ey

Ba raloka demo, yeah)

[Verse 3 : M.Phasha]

A million steps ahead of you people

But act like I'm just a meter away

I see you going the distance just to throw some shade on me

But now its taking a toll on you

You need an e-tag, you hating too frequently

You need to change your frequency

Like Y don’t you F with M

We writing these songs until bophelong uKhozi

Bare ke bolaele kosha, sorry