Tony the thug - To the moon

The slick gotta talk, my niggas gotta talk
Southside, that's how we started
Came from the drum, my piece like rum
I run the low feeling, darling who are we killing
I got words, that's the new feelings
Changing my color like the yog, we only here cause we suck
I heard they love you more than once
This is Africa, they got their own reason
It's like I'm living in hell, where is the paradise
I'm moving my shield, they pretend they love you
We are not the same, my world is falling tough
No way, I'm still so far
I hate friends, I hate you, like a fake friend
Please, I know we're all backstabber
You a cheater just like the rest of us
I had your sign, with me once
I take where I don't do crime
If I get the chance, I'ma kill them all
I'm a deceiver, I want more than a deal
My drugs come big and look
At them looking ill, low life
And I'm still the digger
Look at the pick up, taller than the feature
Money stuck ill, I'm not the chaser
Follow for the deeper, she not a keeper
Lifestyle feeder, mama I'm bigger
Tryna get the skill up, I hit the level once
I know they scared to switch up
I ain't tryna impress, I got all of me in the bag
If they thought I'm tryna be somebody else
We all the same, I hope they don't think
That's special, cause I'm about to relieve my bullets
I'm a gang with my bullets
I don't wanna hear the pull up
But you know my niggas are in the hood now
Where you going, where you going
All my niggas, yeah, where we going
I hear you not strong, I hear you not strong
Now I'm back in the trap
I got the business in my ass
I had to want more bass
I had to put a reflection
The cargo come again, I speed
I come again, then I speed
All my niggas like that key
You got a problem, you gotta leave
They wanna pep, I want smoke
They wanna go, I wanna home
Low cost
I just call up when I'm off
At the top, you gon' be drunk
I had to want more luck
I'm just pushing for the buck
Hundred meters away, hundred meters in the wave
Hundred meters, turn the deck away
Where we going to
To the moon
Bout to make it cool
Everybody wanna dance to that tune
If you're getting married, baby, come again
If you're getting married, baby, come again
If you're getting married, baby, come again
The slick gotta talk, my niggas gotta talk
We doing jail time, we ain't gotta talk
On the phone, bad connection
Interrupting my mentor, interrupting me
I think I'm bout to go
Fall down, made me download
Got more pluck than my own dogs
All my niggas know the homies never go
Why you slipping too, yeah
Now my ass is like a two pair
I been rapping , rapping for many years
I think they wanna throw me in the bag
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Written by:
Antony Molebatsi

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