Run up my lap
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
Pardon me
What did you say to me
Say it again
Man I swear to God
I am not typical
What I bring critical
Is you a frenemy
Oh you afraid of me
Don't got a glock on me
I got my flock with me
Talked to my dad
On the phone
And he told me son
Go get the calories
Bro I got colonies
Those are my priorities
On a different calibre
I started levitating
Music got my meditating
Had a vision
Now I'm contemplating
Shit in my veins
It's internally
Came from the mud
I do pottery
I can not
I can not
I can not do it your way
I can not deal with the weight
Squeezing myself I'm not bait
I am the worker
The tinker
I'm ringing the bell
Tell me bout something
That's positive
Maybe it might get you a plus one
I'm that type of nigguh
That don't trust one
Light up the j and I pass one
Run up my lap
I don't see no one
Run up my lap
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
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English
Run up my lap
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
Pardon me
What did you say to me
Say it again
Man I swear to God
I am not typical
What I bring critical
Is you a frenemy
Oh you afraid of me
Don't got a glock on me
I got my flock with me
Talked to my dad
On the phone
And he told me son
Go get the calories
Bro I got colonies
Those are my priorities
On a different calibre
I started levitating
Music got my meditating
Had a vision
Now I'm contemplating
Shit in my veins
It's internally
Came from the mud
I do pottery
I can not
I can not
I can not do it your way
I can not deal with the weight
Squeezing myself I'm not bait
I am the worker
The tinker
I'm ringing the bell
Tell me bout something
That's positive
Maybe it might get you a plus one
I'm that type of nigguh
That don't trust one
Light up the j and I pass one
Run up my lap
I don't see no one
Run up my lap
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
Pardon me
What did you say to me
Say it again
Man I swear to God
I am not typical
What I bring critical
Is you a frenemy
Oh you afraid of me
Don't got a glock on me
I got my flock with me
Talked to my dad
On the phone
And he told me son
Go get the calories
Bro I got colonies
Those are my priorities
On a different calibre
I started levitating
Music got my meditating
Had a vision
Now I'm contemplating
Shit in my veins
It's internally
Came from the mud
I do pottery
I can not
I can not
I can not do it your way
I can not deal with the weight
Squeezing myself I'm not bait
I am the worker
The tinker
I'm ringing the bell
Tell me bout something
That's positive
Maybe it might get you a plus one
I'm that type of nigguh
That don't trust one
Light up the j and I pass one
Run up my lap
I don't see no one
Run up my lap
Had to adapt
Calling my cousins
All of my sisters
And all of my brothers
Check out your relative
Pushing my own thing
They pitty me
Son of the soil
You can tell by my name
Swerving that whip
I'mma glide
Serving this feast
I'mma dine
Writer: Moloantoa Makintane
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