Motswako (Interlude) - Hip Hop Pantsula

Shit.

Damn.

Wrong nigga to let speak

Off beat uh daddy was a deadbeat

Uh same beat, let me get my tempo ain’t no shooting out the window man you know

this ain’t the 90's niggas walking up

Fuck all that talking stuff, that’s what they taught us bruh

Like ain’t you sick of this shit that niggas coffing up

Uh Mr Officer offering you in the open uh

Hope stronger than anything I be smokin'.

Potent shhhh

Let me get my focus

Momma got evicted, man the day we seen that notice, It was all bad

We ain’t have nowhere to sleep

Uh snuck back in and we had stayed there for like a week.

Deep

All we had was dry cereal.

Uh think that was Cheerios

But they don’t hear me doe

Uh from a place where niggas get killed at

Real rap that’s why i never got my chill back

Uh even when i’m quiet i be turnt

And i ain’t tryna cause no riots with my verse.

But yall be bitchin

Complaining bout a system tryna understand your vision when you glorifying a

prism.

Shit weak

Talking about how you get all the faze

No nigga you was twisting all the braids

Uh i stayed awake in the stressing and manifested a blessin

I used that shit as a weapon uh

Fuck i stayed awake in a horror.

Turn that shit to my armor

I’ll forever protect it uh

Shit using everything as lesson, turn everything into a blessing

Swear i’m never contesting

That’s God’s work