Touch My Blood - AKA

Lions in the jungle

Going in for the kill

Number five with the mambo

Then we sex and we chill

Niggas in the club better keep their distance

Oh it’s finna go down for real

This is for my gintsas with their fist up

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

They told me to relax, I massage my own ego

Started me a band then clapped guitar hero

Brasa van die Kaap we’re not from Mondeor

People from the south they bump (me) not Migos

I swim in the tank with sharks and not nemos

Evil people who act like Don Cheadle

I can smell a rat that Axe a strong deo'

How we get the banks and land from white people?

Zeros

Pre '94 I was laanie

Post '94, kwenzakalani?

Grand folks voted for the party

Even threw us in the garbage, Mmusi Maimane

Say that we’re the next Zimbabwe

All I see is Zimbali from my suite in Dubane

Lions in the jungle

Going in for the kill

Number five with the mambo

Then we sex and we chill

Niggas in the club better keep their distance

Oh it’s finna go down for real

This is for my gintsas with their fist up

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

Young Forbes get the cheese

White boys finna freeze

Tracksuit in the boardroom

Hundred bands in the keys

Ever since I blew up, I feel like I’m 2Pac, they gon' give me group love like

I’m Drew Hill

Sleeping in the bed with my current mami game and I’m thinking 'bout who I’m

gon' text

Blue tick

Is you gon' get the new

Ooh shame, who finna washa you lames?

I be gone in a minute, touch down with the bus down, the sky is the limit

From the start to the finish keep God in mind

And my dogs go to heaven

Lions in the jungle

Going in for the kill

Number five with the mambo

Then we sex and we chill

Niggas in the club better keep their distance

Oh it’s finna go down for real

This is for my gintsas with their fist up

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

Way before I got my Rands up

Teachers would tell me to pull my pants up

Parents evening was a disaster

Show me love, show me love

Been blowing up like Samsung

If I had the brush cut something like Samson

I was in the classroom dreaming up anthems

Now they see the tattoos then they get asthma

Tell me I’m handsome, tell me I’m cool

Tell me everybody else been old news

Tell me what’s happening, what happened to the passion?

What happened to the soul food?

Everybody living with their nose down, caught up in their mobile

Tryna act brand new (shuu)

I guess a man gotta do what he gotta do

Lions in the jungle

Going in for the kill

Number five with the mambo

Then we sex and we chill

Niggas in the club better keep their distance

Oh it’s finna go down for real

This is for my gintsas with their fist up

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real

You gon' touch my blood for real