Jazz The Man - K.I.N.G

I'm in the basement I'm cooking and baking
I know I go fast
But I'm not for the braking
A young nigga speeding
They wanna be with me
They can't get inside
Cos the focus is freezing
I'm all for money
Ain't in it for clout
What?
You know my music is out
You can not come to my hood if you doubt
Issa dream ville cos we sleeping it out
When I get money
It's Saint Laurent jackets
A gucci white shirt
Man I want me a packet
A G63
With lambo but beside it
Man I'm tryna say
That this shit is gon happen
Ring on my face
I don't want that
Not on my body or anywhere else
Who got the grace
Man I hope jazz
When I come through all you niggas are mad

I'm a king
I'm a nark
I ain't average
Imma sing
Imma dance
I'm savage
Imma kill
Imma burn
I ain't average

Written by:
Sbusiso Nephawe

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