Siya Elvis - Cauldron

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

This is chess; logic and strategy
Got outta debt and I got me a scholarship
She let me caress, she living dishonestly
I know her man wouldn't want me inside of her
I know the feeling of hitting the bottom
I know the fear of living in poverty
Bottles get popping, my feelings gon' fade
Bottles get popping, revealing the hate yeah
She says teasing is pleasing
I said as long as you please me after
Funny, my people were slaves
But now I'm releasing master...pieces
I welcome you to the kingdom
Rappers, welcome to the ether
Jumping right into the heat
If you're coming for me, we're beefing
Black man, black man, black man
Joker is coming for taxes
I would escape in a taxi
But drivers are carrying attachments

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

They tried to test me cause I passed 'em
They give opinions like I asked 'em
My flows are colder than Alaska
My dirty laundry in a basket, yes
Future looking like I flashed it
Your future looking like a has-been
They tryna take shots, but I am incredible
Nigga, that means that I dash 'em
Secrets, I keep 'em
Got everybody playing defense
Got disses but haven't released 'em
Play nice if you wanna keep breathing, yeah
I am an apex predator, pen got semtex residue
If I blow, ain't cause of you
If I blow, that's overdue
Your time is over makwedini
'Mamedi enu afuna mina
A whole new level that I'm reaching
I grab the mic, it's open season

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

Mixing spice with 310
Then I float on deep ends
I attack, don't defend
Don't hold back, no seat belt
Grudges on my exes
Hope you never get rich
If I said it, meant it
Haters I got plenty

Written by:
Siyamthanda Yanta

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