DEGREES Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
DEGREES - EDKO Zm
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(Verse 1)
Word on the street is, Even if they tried they couldn't resist me
I bring the heat please, Edko is on fire a hundred degrees (×2) please
Hundred degrees God speed on me 360
They cannot believe, a young king from the 6 is breaking the system
This the quality, this the quality shit they've been missing
This the quality, this the quality shit I am possessing
cash Junkie is a street poet, and the 6 knows it
Ghetto champagne in my cup pouring
Yes we were born poor, but we blame nobody
That's why we, Grinding(*3)
We tryanna settle on high flat land, that's a mansion on a plateau
We going harder than concrete, connected at the damn roots
Déjà vu, making hits back to back
I am from a place where all mother's do what my mother does, that's hustle
Strength is built in the mind not the knuckles
(Chorus)
Born in the trenches(*2)
Fisi, ikagwa mbuna silankula kantu
This the prophesy (*2), this the prophesy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee
Naleta moto, fire blazing upon thee, solid like concrete
Silence is golden (Nkalani chete)
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This the prophecy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee
(Verse 2)
Am smokin niggas like am Thomas Shelby with the cigarette, Lord help me
Tears in my mamas eyes looking at the golden child fire dripping from its mouth
Noise at the labour ward, doctor screaming push it out baby never made sound
Silence is Golden, here's a token for your gratitude
Sermon on the mountain, am running away from the multitude
So I could never doze off, my third eye twitching
The golden child syndrome, its the cash junkie season. yeah yeah
Mayne look at the way that am beastin, I know that I make it look easy
When Ndashe is cooking I am feasting, and keep all your hate at a distance
Am coming(cummin) heavy like am nuttin in kilograms
No peace when you step in the booth with me, welcome to Vietnam
(Chorus)
Born in the trenches(*2)
Fisi, ikagwa mbuna silankula kantu
This the prophesy (*2), this the prophesy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee
Naleta moto, fire blazing upon thee, solid like concrete
Silence is golden (Nkalani chete)
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This the prophecy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee