Kwesta - Hyena (Based On A True Story) Lyrics

Bhek, they gon hate who I'm becomin'
I just pulled out of the dealership like Fuck The Budget
Problem is niggas tell girls to put their bottles on 'em
My bitches solve a whole case, get to the bottom of it
It's catch these chicks or cash these cheques
Before you get in trouble boy, respect the tech
Keep your gents in check, I'll keep my gent in cheques
But understand, you're fucking with a ten-year vet
My drive got a new car smell still
I feel alive 'cause these new bars fresh ill
And bitch I'm thrivin, I been on the grind
Ever since y'all was high off that who Got Next pill
But I don't give two fucks, I'm having threesomes
While I build, you punks make how the fees must
Deep much, ah-ah, just clean stuff
Mayibabo, I kept it Uhuru and started seeing bucks
I came in this bitch with a big dream
She gave birth and the kid hit the big screen
I see them post squad goals like shit is real
But in time they'll know signing yourself was the bigger deal
But maybe I need to slow down for 'em
Before they tell you I'm jealous and got it out for 'em
I ain't got files on 'em, I just got nine on 'em
So while they out shopping, I'mma style on 'em
And hope they love me like my brother does
Look, I'm a safe bet, I do what the rubber does
Fuck a promoter 'cause badwladl' indawo ababadali
Uthi uyabathemba Sophie Ndaba awuyazi
Labafana bazi my whole life leaned on a beat, no double cup
Ten years on you probably think I've done enough
But I'm a high pilot, I'm on the up and up
My new shit got your hunnie touched
But don't fuck with the bars 'cause you might get fucked and touched
Not by the Midas but maybe the showe stud
The game is a sum of bitches, minus us
So awush' who's got the jewels, minus us
I said jewels and the difference is minus ours
Time flies boy mind your hours
Look, we some fly boys mindin' ours
Us and the beats are just kickin it, kung fu
Might be hard to believe singamapantsula
And when your debuts came out I was proud of you
How could I hate you, I love you, I was you
But trust you me
I run through your whole squad and dust you clean
The fuck you mean I ain't got sharp tools
I can cut through spleens
Bitch I'm Bruice Lee, the best, I'm the one, two, three
Don't even talk about the 4-5
That shit will have your bitch in sixes and sevens the whole night
Look what I ate, the whole nine
And I rate, ten out of ten boy the whole time
And hell yeah tech rap nice
And trouble got the babs and the bags right
X chillin' in the damn cut
I had to kill y'all just to give rap life

I think I'm the strongest man alive, regardless of the times
Brought up by the wise, yeah I'm corner-life inspired
Guarded for the rhymes
I'd be honoured to have nine years in this bitch
But shit I was brought out by a lie
Kodwa we survive, ain't gon ball up and be shy
Them awards are gone, it's fine
I should have ordered them online
Ni corrupt and niyazi
Vele nikora singakadlali
I mean the ball ain't even bounce
And I can call a couple fouls
I guess honesty just died 'cause honestly I tried
I mean I saw them look surprised but it was obviously disguised
Just thought about it now, would my daughter be proud
And say my daddy is a winner if I done bought the fucking prize, NO!
But I won't tell her I deserved it
I mean she might grow to like y'all
But she gon know it hurt me so she won't grow to be like y'all
I should leave her out of this, let byegones be byegones
I just pray those byegones were not buys, gone