Testo Big 5 - AKA feat. Clu
Testo della canzone Big 5 (AKA feat. Clu), tratta dall'album Altar Ego
Ahhhh, like a breath of fresh air
It's AKA up in here, Clue
Ivy League baby, you know who it is
I didn't even have to tell you
But I did, just making sure
Come on and ride with us
Oh, AKA, check it out, what
Oh yeah, I'm from the jungle baby
It's the 0-1-1 in my blood that makes me
Grab my nuts with the swagger of a young Jay-Z
I live by two phrases, "Fuck you, pay me"
My pops saying "Fuck you, lazy"
So I gotta get up off this couch and
Get up out the house and
Do a couple thousand
Make a couple rounds and
Till the whole Ivy League is lounging
Township, with the lean but I spit that Model C shit
Brainos are the mainos, don't you see that?
My boy said he can get a kg from the weed man
We can sell it to students stressing before the prelims
Hold up, I can't be no drug dealer
I'm a dreamer, but fuck working for peanuts
And my team got my back like Sealy Posturepedic
Money on my mind and I mean it
Aye, we chasing the big five
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up, young black and handsome
Dreams in my hands but my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big five
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan the great escape, tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk, tell you all about the paper chase
Why? And we love it
I can't start to express my love for it
Express how much I adore it
But mama raised me with no cash, didn't know we was poor
Till the store manager said we couldn't afford it
So let's just walk it out, cause that's what I do
Let's say for for now, that's how I commute
You ever sit next to
While the windows shut closed plus my
I never did try rock them cubic zirconias
Always stood back
I put a on some sneakers from
He in a Benz, I'm still repping Corollas
So for that big five, I'mma be a game ranger
Make my way to the top and I owe you a damn favor
The soundtrack to my swag is back
Cause we tight up
It's always on my mind
Aye, we chasing the big five
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up, young black and handsome
Dreams in my hands but my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big five
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan the great escape, tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk, tell you all about the paper chase
Why? And we love it
Because my last name Forbes and 'bout my business kid
I tend to stand tall and make it on that riches list
Tryna stack sima chips so my kicks stay crisp
Ball so hard forgot about when Christmas was
So roll in your Corolla or drive slow in your Polo
I love God but goddamn I love the dolo
I'd grab a piece of Jesus but I grab a Jesus piece quick
Swing my chain from side to side and make these bitches sea sick
Ain't no limit to what money can do for ya
Paying rent, kids getting privately schooled for ya
Royalty checks, income amounting to two lawyers
Make sure your enemuzuzo ya
But who knows what happens to those
Who die without the money while making it lose souls
Giorgio Armani, Versace and
Got me chasing wealth that'll last until tombstones
Still I
Aye, we chasing the big five
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up, young black and handsome
Dreams in my hands but my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big five
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan the great escape, tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk, tell you all about the paper chase
Why? And we love it
This music takes me back to the ghetto
So I hold it down for homies stuck in the middle
From Cape to Soweto
If hustling ain't easy then let go
They try to gas you up like you were working at Sesco
You pouring that petrol, you driving in velgo
They try to pull you over like you working for Metro
You making ends meet cause I know
Let me-ah tell you what I learnt from me folks
You may have a lot of dreams but they don't get controlled
They might rock the boat so you can't stay afloat
This a world of greed in the city of gold
Let me-ah tell you what I learnt from me folks
You may have a lot of dreams but they don't get controlled
They might rock the boat so you can't stay afloat
This a world of greed in the city of gold
Aye, we chasing the big five
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up, young black and handsome
Dreams in my hands but my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big five
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan the great escape, tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk, tell you all about the paper chase
Why? And we love it
Credits
Writer(s): Pamela Joan Sawyer, Hal Davis, Marilyn Mcleod, Kamohelo Bako, Ntokozo Mazibuko, Kiernan Forbes, Tlohelo Mohlahlane
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