Progression

[MAGLERA DOE BOY] VERSE 1

Fly lie, young nigga with a dream
Heart of a crook with a stack in my jean
Whip that work, zip-zip lock
Hit that merchants re masepa with the thwants and the lean

Back of the `Lac with a jack and I rap with a mic like Mike, trynna get that dream
Trynna get a billie yeah the millies mara hearts turn cold, When you nigas trunmma get that cream
World turn cold, smiles turn green, dividends change and your eyes turn green

Envy the nigga in a benzee, trynna make amends for the block, in a block full of feinds
What you gone do when we roll up homey
Geen control when we po`d (poured up)
Room full of hoes and a crib to amaze but a blade in your back should`a known that homey, hey!

[HOOK]

Goldey piece on my arm G
Ignorance is sophisticated
Music all in my heart G
Instruments to my revelation

Pray to God for my soul to be
Pray to God for my enemies
Fly young nigga just swerve
Heart break swerve
Progress gotta get dirbs

[MAGLERA DOE BOY] Verse 2

Money feeding my greedy ways
Heart is pure but see greedy pays
Majita ba menaeza need more than this
My heartbeat is staging an audience

My moms need a son with a job but a G finna grind from the rich for Rol-E-X
Like swerve nigga, swerve nigga
Sades stay on like nerd nigga
Bare Doe Boy don`t currr nigga
Gold wrist and a Gold in my hurrr nigga

Botsa pantsula, kaba thantholla
My dogs don`t bark bao qanqholla
Hit a itty rap for a city cap, botsa katse tsa my city who make them purr nigga

[HOOK]

Goldey piece on my arm G
Ignorance is sophisticated
Music all in my heart G
Instruments to my revelation

Pray to God for my soul to be
Pray to God for my enemies
Fly young nigga just swerve
Heart break swerve
Progress gotta get dirbs

[MAGLERA DOE BOY] Verse 3

What you say we ain`t groovy G?
Cause I thwants with the tswak and I converse like Bathu
Hare move hier, le mabojwa virstana we get down like Sthathu
Life of a movie heir, no cut, no take back, we live once no part 2
Le banyana bare achu, your style dope like matsu
Khanjani lemme cut you

La-La-Last Kings
Skinny pantsula with a limp like a pimp and a hold up
Rizzla hold up, flow stay polar
Fuckin up the game like ain`t no controller

See the problem is, I`m a lyricist with a little bit of a fetish over relevance I`m like a little kid with the snot how I bring it, sick raps nigga, clips spit click-clack nigga

[CLOSING HOOK]

Goldey piece on my arm G
Ignorance is sophisticated
Music all in my heart G
Instruments to my revelation

Pray to God for my soul to be
Pray to God for my enemies
Fly young nigga just swerve
Heartbreak swerve
Progress gotta get dirbs