[Verse: Tyson Sybateli]
I'm constantly going hard
The wrong company say "Let's operate something" that's obviously a loss
Stand on business, use CIPC forms and started writing this song
I can't even the odds, I can't believe they ain't eating, they camps leasing they cars
Casually cappin' hard
Fantasy in they songs
'Cause I sign deals I'm actually really on
Fans know lyrics and casually sing along, Thank God
Remember doing shows where nobody even saw
At least I had my homies who would always come along
Then leave with your lady, I'm the one she cuming on
Listen, send me naked pictures when she used to have a Samsung
Call me with the landline but frontin' when her dad comes
Home my best performance in the streets, you'd swear I'm Platinum
Killers in recordings, you ain't have guns
My bitch bad like load shedding times
How it came back at 4 just to go away at 5
I had cops at the door, I was still in grade 9
Retrenchin' court forms, told my mom I.L.Y
Nothin' is stopping me since then
Glad I never got sentenced in the end
Put a couple dots between all your homies, you heard of friends?
And your girl doesn't really know how to dress
Down bad since the time Lisa passed
I just got mad the same day Zipho passed
I was on my last, I got told Khanya passed
Couldn't leave home that semester, I ain't passed
COVID-19, y'all was home with a mask
Essential worker, retail on my ass
Cut my dreads off, dyed my hair for a laugh
All of that with me was tryna shed away my past
Fast forward, ones I called my brother never last
Had to make change like the furniture was bad
Now my new space is four walls and a plan
Never had a roof, there's no limit where I stand
Master P, I don't push it
All we knew from jump was poverty and go through it
Hear it in old music
Social slow music and the dance songs revolution in those movements
Fuck apartheid, no change is more fluent
Systems obvious, I was learnin' Afrikaans, missing the obvious
How I buy a crib, pay taxes or follow up
And how these record labels always end up on top of us?
Sway, I knew you had the answers
Black people gotta feed themselves in the matter
Some get on top, celebrate and break the ladder
Seen folks blow up and disappear the year after
This piano carving me a lane
With no log drum disregarded for the bass
Hip Hop songs or you'll start up with your name
Alkaline waters high tides either way
Water's too deep but the options ain't the same
Love to see black people win every day
I only speak up when you choose to do the same
They said rap's dead but I hardly seen the grave
I got love for *** but clearly it ain't the same
No good comes from looking down on your mates
Calls about working then unfollow my page
We should share Wordz, we already share a stage
Positivity and all my people pouring into me, that is all a nigga needs
Did a couple things, I'm glad the higher ups forgiven me
Converting to *** is a journey that has been in me
I listen to FLVME because the bitches do
She listen to Marcus to get in the mood
I might sample God and make an interlude
I been through the hardest shit to get into
I know that I'm way beyond my physical
I will never tell no one your business
'Cause if we got an issue you can hit me up and fix things
But after many chances I can never show forgiveness
I'm tired of back and forths , you should be tired of playing victim
Not surprised the industry ain't welcoming me with hugs
I'm in every room being myself and where I'm from
Always show my heart but I can't show enough of trust
People always social climbing people they don't love
Opportunity requires discipline and faith
Bending back and bending rules and staying in my lane
Friends ask me how I got accustomed to this fame
I didn't, I just do the job and get paid
[Pre-Chorus: Tron Pyre]
I just do the job and I get paid
Me, I made the change but I stayed the same, stay the same
I just do the job and I get paid
Me I made the change but I stayed the same
[Chorus: Tron Pyre]
I can't say the same for you niggas
Might cop a new Range on you niggas
I can't say the same for you niggas
Same for you niggas
And I would not change for you niggas (I would not change a damn thing)
Might cop a new Range on you niggas (hahaha)
Pattern Up. was written by Tyson Sybateli & Mélange & Tron Pyre.
Tyson Sybateli released Pattern Up. on Fri Sep 01 2023.