Left The City

[Intro: T-Kay]
Told my mama that I'm moving out
The struggle in a kasi got me sour

[Interlude: T-Kay, His Grandmother]
Hello?
Hello hi, ngibone u'message wakho izolo, and kuthi ngathi wayizolo lo message lowo
K'thiwa ama'chicken liver aphekwa kanjani, hebana
Yah aphekwa kanjani?
(Hahah) K'fanele niwakhiphe e'lentuzeni e'ice-sini wona aziphumele i'ice self
Ang'thi i'liver, yi'liver, ifana ne'liver yenkomo Tebelelo a yi hlanzwa

[Verse 1: T-Kay]
Told my mama that I'm moving out
The struggle in a kasi got me sour
That's when I left the Cap City with a doubt
My drive? A dream into be a cash cow
I wanna be the one they talk about
I lie to you about
My journey got some ups and downs
These mummies come and go for the love of dough
My mama raised a man from a broken home
It took me couple years, man, to buy cologne
Remember back in college I was stealing phones
They see us but they still acting like we not about it
(Man we still pushing numbers and some niggas buying)
Now they coming at us with a bunch of lawyers
I get a couple stamps when I'm jumping borders
Me and Jay we focused 'cause we raising daughters
And fans keep on changing, they got the Polar
They love how I smell now, Versace Odour
I ain't about the dumb shit, we getting older
Don't worry about the shit I put inside the soda
I think I see the nosebleed when I'm getting sober
I came back with a dope steez, we getting closer
My delivery got sauce now like a none disorder
And now they tryna leave my numbers out we got the commas
I told my lawyer "Handle all them court orders"

[Interlude: P-Jay, His Mother]
Hello
Hau monna, o khona ho tla hae o sa mpotsa kganthe?
Ah neng?
Heh?
Neng?
Ba re no tlile mabane
Ha e

[Verse 2: P-Jay]
Yeah
2015, what a stepping stone
The timing was hella perfect, metronome
See you never really get it till you get your own
Left the city, guess some things are better left alone
Some bridges you got's to burn but you'll never know
Couple rich niggas that you never wanna owe
Pull up with the skeem, I'm just hoping we got one goal
Hella' small team, keep it clean from the front door
Oh, me and the tyma talking recently
Swear my verse on 'Family' got me sleeping so peacefully
I swear to God it's not really yours if it comes easily
To you "Wifey to be", I swear to God she's just a freak to me
Damn, hella' blessed I got a queen for real
Just another sign that show me dreams are real
Jasmine hope you ready for a lil' sis
Rapper for a daddy, sorry had to tell you like this
Thinking out loud, see I never have to write this
Just know I'm hella' proud you my daughter, your touch is midas
I'm a grown ass man, so you better watch your tone there man
Me and Kay get it the hardest 'cause we the greatest
Then they wanna label you heartless 'cause you the bravest
I know you had to change, my nigga, 'cause you got famous
Fucken messed up game it's hard to keep your soul stainless
Uh, I should be rich when you play this
Yeah
It's all love you shouldn't hate this, yeah

[Outro: T-Kay, P-Jay]
...know what I mean?
And we gonna be the dopest, fucken duo, in fucken SA
Trust me
Yeah
For the future, our fans can look forward to-to-to-to, to more music man, you know
Uh, it's gonna be a whole lot of new content from you know from our side, just to make sure, now people know who we are for real
You know what I mean?
We good man, we good, we gonna be nice forever
Of hoe magents? K'chimi 'yibane