Next In Line Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah

900

(Forever!)

Yeah

Uh

Thoroughbred we could go check it genetically

Triple H, evident I got the pedigree

I am the game niggas know not to play wit me

Eyes on the prize andiyez' nina njongeni

Ncame nday mize-a cause nyan shame ancomeki

Ncuma naban ? Ucing' ba sizichomi thina?

(Nah)

Nah I can't mix wit these niggas they flip flop

Your cake not going up cause the stove off

Four plates I had one cooking oats dawg

(Thats code for)

Concrete jungle ujing' apha kum

Jungle gym took a swing at your boo

Appeal made her slip monkey see monkey do

I beat my chest gorilla in a coupe

Break out the system caged in like a zoo

Insert the coins man shout my nigga Zu

If the numbers ring right then I'ma make a move

They say carrots fix sight I need a ring or two

It's gon aid in the vision bringing y'all the truth

I think it's time to stage a coop

Government lying really nothing new

Time to get rowdy time to break the rules

Let's start a riot — rally all the troops

Willing to die behind it if I gotta

Miracle baby go head ask my mama

Miracle baby swear we from the bottom

I didn't cry instead I slapped the doctor

Yeah

I pin that hoe up on my wall like a poster

Know is a gun to my head if I post her

I'm joking she gone bear my kids I'm the goat sir

Bring home the bacon, the coppers get slaughtered

Animal Farm last supper upon us

Watch over shoulder intruder among us

I'm the truest, I promise

My stories check out like Airbnb boxes

I had to go get it I didn't have no options

Stand up nigga just check out my posture

Believe in yourself I swear anything possible

This a numbers game so all of it probable

(He preaching too much)

Man I swear this the gospel

Why the fuck would you play wit me

Need a thick dread head, Bontle Modiselle

Huzane, I'm tryna get that paper daily

Suphone-na ndibusy cel' uzund' e-maile

Hate bad news so I don't read The Voice

Maar jy kannie klaar nie cause we all got choices

Make the right ones or get

Shit

Make the right ones or get

left hearing voices

Like damn I should've done this or that

Should've, could've, would've but it's no going back

Moving forward I'm not compromising on jack

He surrender got his hands up like jumping jacks

He compromised can't be the one

Ask your momma nigga you my son

I'm traumatized

Shit that I seen

Horror movies inspired by my dreams

They all in my head I can't get em out

Tryna get it out like motherfucking word of mouth

Is it really HIM? Bruh there shouldn't be no doubt

Me & them? Asifani

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