Top Songs By Drigster
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kgosi Letlhogonolo Molaudzi
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tie Ti
Produzent:in
Lyrics
As this beat plays, I press replay
Ye I kinda like it, this ain't relay
1 man, not a two man bro
Not a gun, if I got a shot
Call it bulls eye, seeing red a bulls eye
Unc dead who am I to survive
Why would I change my side
Yeah I hear the stories but people lie
Yeah I chased the glory and a bit of pie
Wanna feature Cory but he ain't with my vibe
My album needed time and a little guide
I was locked in but I couldn't reach Devine
Mind reaches climate, boiling inside
What, No more quite, peace and silence
More trust less lust
Got her thinking fast, are we gonna last
Got me looking back, do I need bag
I just need the LORD, praise to my GOD
The one who know heart and every single thought
I really played my part, effort in my art
I really went in hard, the people didn't budge
But now I peep the game, LORD keep me safe
It's my way or no way,
If your thinking about countries dawg
Call it a day, you want to say
Want the trap, you hate my raps
My craft is beautiful, your void I have to fill
As the beat plays listen to your leader
As I beat days, feeling like a winner
Rhyming like I am cannabis flowing like I am Em
Conflict of interest, feel I got the munchies
I am chasing after bread, you can call me a loser but I will win
Call me a chooser but I made pin
Next album, needs a next of kin
As I walk in the street bumping slim shady
Ear phones loud do I really seem crazy
Head phones out, "how doing you lately"
That's the doctors asking IDG a (Eminem, fuck)
Like I'm slim baby, diagnosed with brain damage
So much pills? How you think I manage
As I start to panic, am I making vibe music
Am I making right music, tight music
Mhhm
Plays won't get up but my fans matter
They wanna hear my deeds and how I am getting free,
They wanna see more feats, me and chappy on a beat
I am really done texting, I tried to get in him
I even paid the fee, did he really flee
Yeah it broke my heart, left me in pieces
I lost respect for the **** I repeated
I played him in on weekends, posted all his snippets
We grew up together it's not getting better
Leave It all behind
Tic tic karma hits on everybody
Clic clic body on another body
Pick pick I am choosing myself
Real **** finger on trigger
I'm ready for the shots and I am not talking vodka
To blessed to be stressed
Truth pressed I'm a mess
Top cat are you impressed
All these fools I really classed
Why stress God got my back
Written by: Kgosi Letlhogonolo Molaudzi