Street Fighter ft. Lebo Feela, Sleek B & Shakes Mohodi Lyrics

I'm feeling Godly

Ten million men cannot hold me

Every bitch in this room trying hold me

She called me Home Boy

Now she wanna freak me, freak me

What kind? I'm one of a kind

Used to be "I'm busy" now she treat me fine

Is it because my wrist lit up all the time

Can't tell time, baby can't stop my shine Whooo

Everytime that I walk in Dawgs be barking

They wanna see the car I'm parking

Wanna hit the tree that I'm balking

Turn on the bitch, bitch, bitch quit talking

Do everything perfect timing

She want my heart, I told her fall in lining

Bitches that I have in line are frightening

They might make you change your mind darling

Darling Carling Black Label

I'm King Richie That's my handle

I'm a Trapper, I'm Out the Ville

Got my niggas still in the Ville

And they trapping too much skill

That's Gang, Sleek Beast, Shakes

We run up on you, Murder was the case

We buy the docket, we beat the case

You cannot deny I'm awesome

Preaching on the fucking podium

I'm J. Cole on this man you lost one

Bad one said you ain't gone be alright

First round knockout

Tap till she tap out

Bitch I never back out

Everybody back down

Rhyming is all I know

Do you get the flow

Yeah I got them hoes

Riding in that horse

Putting these niggas in that coffin

Yeah I said that before, Pause

Tryna fuck them Hoes, I may be out the Ville

I Kept the bro's close, cause I still got foes

In and out the hood

It's really no good so I'm back with verse two

I don't wanna hurt you

I know a Nkabi or two that can really wet you

Life in the hood get pretty hurtful

Late night in the Stu when I had a curfew

When mom really thought these streets will murk you

I made it out the Ville this shit was painful

Cause now we out the Ville patience was a virtue

Born in the hood I'm always stay true