Elliot Smalls - Stripes

(Ever felt so cold ten below?)
(Fuck DeBeers all these years)
(Ever felt so cold ten below?)

(Ten below, ten below)
Yo'
El

What they say what they say?
Niggas want me down
They get some laugh when I lose my mind
Get this struggle off me got some shine better check the time
Ever felt so cold that's ten below in the summer time?
Don't relax better bump the grind
Get your gear never ask me why
Always use your logic that was me in high school x and y's
All my shoes are a custom size
Had me fitting some detectors in my brain so I see them lies
Ain't no tailors cut them ties
Check in wins then I multiplies

(Mina ngiyi ghost)
(Mina ngiyi ghost)
(Mina ngiyi ghost)
(Mina ngiyi ghost)

Yeah
Mina ngiyi ghost (Ghost)
Everything that I say goes yah
This ain't no game this ain't no Sega (Uh huh)
Don't tatazel if its yours izozel' (Lalel')
All those hours in the booth, azoleth' iy'thelo (Yeah)
Make sure you keep them niggas that you starved with
No entourage specially when it features opposites
Magazine, rumour lists will never touch you (Oh)
Just turn it up a notch (Switch it up)
Yeah (Yeah)
Let's take it to the top (Phezulu)
Yah (yah)
'Ndlule fast kvele ksale idust (Peeew)
Ba beat nge pace, like I'm Usain
Ng'phethe uGupta fuck DeBeers all these years (All the years)
Watch your tone you gon' mess and get veneers (Watch out)
Every time I write a rhyme, shit a souvenir (Yeah)
With that being said niggas better play verr

They probably they probably probably thinking I'm delusional
Where my innocence?
I ain't tryna jump a fence
Momma raised me well for me throw that back onto her face
Work the cemetery shift I get this money every day
Leave a mark I'm immortalizing my body
They gon' remember me when I'm gone
Never be taking what these niggas handing me
I stay earning shit cos I'm grown
Got the iris on the target
Well I'm stipping on your toes
I got my stars I'm like a sergeant
That's some honour on my clothes
I'm moving either way without you
Make some space for someone worth it uh
Tired of living like poverty is our norm mhh
Faded jeans and my toes hurt I'm still torn mhh
German engine my motto yeah I like foreign ooh
This shit repetitive
I check my blood, so this greatness something primitive
I chose my niggas over ego that's my element
She moving shady and insulting my intelligence
My history on my face

Aye
Niggas want me down
They get some laugh when I lose my mind
Get this struggle off me got some shine, better check the time
Ever felt so cold that's ten below in the summer time?
Don't relax better bump the grind
(Mina ngiyi ghost) Don't relax better bump the grind
(Mina ngiyi ghost) Don't relax better bump the grind
(Mina ngiyi ghost) Don't relax better bump the grind
Got some shine, better check the time (Fuck DeBeers all these years)

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