Haibo. They talk on What they know None about. These damn fools. Kgale ba zama Ho ntlatsa, I've been whole. My skill been too sharp Se ntlhabisa, Ditlhong. I've been too dope, dowg Formation of RICO. Kunta Kinte. Standing my ground It's something in my roots, bro. I've been way down, dowg. That dirt was a tool, now. Was still profound. Still, lost myself in abyss. Climbed Out. I'm raging. It's been a while I been low. I've been cast out. I worked my lines And, my flows. Check the wave now. Only that current Is strict on my shore line. I've been on course. First degrees when my aim strike. xxxxxxxcccccccccccccccccxxxxcccc Verse 1 Left the past, Now, I'm right up in my future days. Still the cheque That I'm checking when I look around. Started Small, Now a nigga really moving crowds. I need a rand. Need a dollar, need another pound. I move around. I'm never stagnant, Moral compass ain't no bound. For the money and the pussy I fuxk around. When a nigg