2-SEC BABY Lyrics

Okay

Okay

Okay

Yeah, shoutout Rosco

900, Forever

Uh

Okay uthin' uline

Script writers, niggas so dramatic - story of my life

Mbona kude mehl' agqame bhu ndizthol' undifeela blind

Never frail always tough as nails in fact it's hammer time

MCs ain't done their homework like

Yi event kaban' ?

Air vent breezing through these rooms, umjit' ucool kamandi

Ndise moyeni mara andizi kweze Flight ibathu

Jordan four or Jordan's way of Cooking blomming nabangani

Shoutout Skom beshlambha kwi waskom but now the blessings shower

Cleaner than a whistle, whistle blowers asivani nazo

Mnqund' kaRef simphul' umlenze a claim uRAF simthathe phantsi

Now he on his knees no Afrikaans, yarre

Pray to Jah that the smoke clear

Fire on the mountain know them people want us all dead

Grateful to the forces sikhuselwe & we still here

Power to the people, raise a fist up in the fucking air

Earth, wind & fire man remember in September when the judge called unc' a liar

He was swearing on the Bible

Watered down apologies the verdict came in now everybody that was doubting wanna fucking crack a smile

Gotta crack a window smell like pussy ain't gon lie

Niggas fucked thinking they gon get a piece of mine (jaas)

Might hit a evening jog but never running out of styles

Gotta stay in shape can't let the pressure change me now

I thought we gon shine together why you shady now

It get hotter than a oven bakey now

Kuthwa ndiyi pie these other dudes is flaky now

Messing everywhere I learn new lessons every year

I used to second guess myself, now I'm on go that's seventh gear

24 but I'm on ten

50/50 with my peers

Im a soulja thank my parents

Not too keen to make appearance

How you lying on your ass serves you right you made that bed

Yeah, idiot

Stupid

Pussy, we don't fuck with you

Yeah, two-Sec baby

Yeah nigga, dummy