Dance On His Enemies ft. E-JayCPT Lyrics

He was fourteen playing outside

Thinking about forties when he was nine

Gotta get a bag that was on his mind

Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds

Gotta stay positive

Nah the struggle cannot finish him

Huh

He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

His own Demons they're afraid of him

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

I gotta story, not about me

Let's get that out the way

Incase anyone thinks

I gotta list of awful things

The manskap will do if pushed to the brink

He was just tryna survive and fit in

Eight years old when he lost his friend

He made a pack that he would succeed

Had to be a pawn before he could be a King

Yonge indo inge mali

Fingers turned blue as he was counting

She knew she bad she could not help it

Bag too big to trust an accountant

In all this liquor they were drowning

Still investing in public housing

City of Good hope, gotta stay ready

Brasse vannie Kaap is'ie vir spiel'ie

He was fourteen playing outside

Thinking about forties when he was nine

Gotta get a bag that was on his mind

Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds

Gotta stay positive

Nah the struggle cannot finish him

Huh

He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

His own Demons they're afraid of him

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

He fifteen locked inside

Better not play with him

He got murder on his mind

Fock the enemies

Hundred kush stay skyfied

Bad bitches like Gaga

French kish I'm like voila

She just wanna Bamba

Cause I'm a big boy like Shaka

He was eighteen in the tronk

Doing that standertjies

Yeah Kapadien roll that joint

That's what they're telling me

You all talk

This is life experience

Guess I'm that type of genius

I will strike Adidas

Just do it like Nike sneakers

Puto Preto you can't ride with us

He was fourteen playing outside

Thinking about forties when he was nine

Gotta get a bag that was on his mind

Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds

Gotta stay positive

Nah the struggle cannot finish him

Huh

He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

Ready To Dance On His Enemies

His own Demons they're afraid of him

Ready To Dance On His Enemies