I'm sorry for the wait yea yeaa
I've been on my hustle and my grind
Taking opportunities I find
Making sure I never fall behind
When I hop in the stu, best believe it's a crisis
Spitting heat untill your beef is stew, cant fight this
Lyrically gifted with the crew, can't bite this
I don't talk to pigs in blue, catch a fright for this
Every since i was a youngster, I've been a hustler
Looking for some money in the street under the presure
Fighting for the rights that I got,I'm a wrestler
While I got lit enough to peak a drug tester
Never did I stop, no, never did I flop
Reaping the fruits of my labour it was such a wealthy crop
Bag it up, stock it out and let the champagne pop
She ain't invited if I can tell a photoshop
With all of the bodies im dropping, none of these niggas are stopping me
Look at the bag that I'm coping, BabaYaga is a prodigy
With all of the hotties I'm tapping,u might as well call me a P.I.M.P
I'm pimping the thoties you clapping, that's why you ain't getting cookie for free
My nigga I've been in the game
You think that you good, but you lame
You're just a flint, im a flame
So don't you ever say that we're the same
If you catch a greenlight it's the end of you
So you better be polite to me and my crew
I'll recite the same rule for my family too
Cause making souls elevate ain't nothing new
I got more bars than a jail cell
And you gonna catch shots untill you hail and tell
I'm on next a level trip like the devil when he fell
You a runner I'm a predator, now watch your tail
When I hop on a track I wreck the rail
I'm getting sick of the beef cause they getting stale
I pray they progress cause it's like they are tryna fail
With a red flag big enough to let a ship sail
Kelosi Da-BabaYaga - Intro Lyrics
Kelosi Da-BabaYaga - Intro Lyrics
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I'm sorry for the wait yea yeaa
I've been on my hustle and my grind
Taking opportunities I find
Making sure I never fall behind
When I hop in the stu, best believe it's a crisis
Spitting heat untill your beef is stew, cant fight this
Lyrically gifted with the crew, can't bite this
I don't talk to pigs in blue, catch a fright for this
Every since i was a youngster, I've been a hustler
Looking for some money in the street under the presure
Fighting for the rights that I got,I'm a wrestler
While I got lit enough to peak a drug tester
Never did I stop, no, never did I flop
Reaping the fruits of my labour it was such a wealthy crop
Bag it up, stock it out and let the champagne pop
She ain't invited if I can tell a photoshop
With all of the bodies im dropping, none of these niggas are stopping me
Look at the bag that I'm coping, BabaYaga is a prodigy
With all of the hotties I'm tapping,u might as well call me a P.I.M.P
I'm pimping the thoties you clapping, that's why you ain't getting cookie for free
My nigga I've been in the game
You think that you good, but you lame
You're just a flint, im a flame
So don't you ever say that we're the same
If you catch a greenlight it's the end of you
So you better be polite to me and my crew
I'll recite the same rule for my family too
Cause making souls elevate ain't nothing new
I got more bars than a jail cell
And you gonna catch shots untill you hail and tell
I'm on next a level trip like the devil when he fell
You a runner I'm a predator, now watch your tail
When I hop on a track I wreck the rail
I'm getting sick of the beef cause they getting stale
I pray they progress cause it's like they are tryna fail
With a red flag big enough to let a ship sail
I've been on my hustle and my grind
Taking opportunities I find
Making sure I never fall behind
When I hop in the stu, best believe it's a crisis
Spitting heat untill your beef is stew, cant fight this
Lyrically gifted with the crew, can't bite this
I don't talk to pigs in blue, catch a fright for this
Every since i was a youngster, I've been a hustler
Looking for some money in the street under the presure
Fighting for the rights that I got,I'm a wrestler
While I got lit enough to peak a drug tester
Never did I stop, no, never did I flop
Reaping the fruits of my labour it was such a wealthy crop
Bag it up, stock it out and let the champagne pop
She ain't invited if I can tell a photoshop
With all of the bodies im dropping, none of these niggas are stopping me
Look at the bag that I'm coping, BabaYaga is a prodigy
With all of the hotties I'm tapping,u might as well call me a P.I.M.P
I'm pimping the thoties you clapping, that's why you ain't getting cookie for free
My nigga I've been in the game
You think that you good, but you lame
You're just a flint, im a flame
So don't you ever say that we're the same
If you catch a greenlight it's the end of you
So you better be polite to me and my crew
I'll recite the same rule for my family too
Cause making souls elevate ain't nothing new
I got more bars than a jail cell
And you gonna catch shots untill you hail and tell
I'm on next a level trip like the devil when he fell
You a runner I'm a predator, now watch your tail
When I hop on a track I wreck the rail
I'm getting sick of the beef cause they getting stale
I pray they progress cause it's like they are tryna fail
With a red flag big enough to let a ship sail
Writer: Katlego Nkosi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid