On With OLIVER - Sikelela letra (lyrics)
[On With OLIVER - Sikelela letra lyrics]
Forget whoever who does the most
I’m all about keeping my circle close
A lot to be made, what you here for?
Counting numbers or keeping scores?
It’s crazy, adapt to the pressure
Whilst still you asking questions
They say I left and came back
Like damn gone in sixty seconds
You can’t play me or rewind me
Don’t work like
I work you can’t fill in my timesheet
I told myself I’m here to get what’s mine
I need some nice things to say what a time
I kill this shit dude face it
I want some Madiba faces
The rap’s ugly need facelifts
Whilst your stuff is sounding basic
I curb all these hoes like I lane switch
No time for them like a naked wrist
Get led on by wrong numbers
Talking big but get nothing from it
Bank deposit's after bank deposit's
After saying that you should feel embarrassed
Bank deposit after bank deposit
After saying that I feel so accomplished
Nkosi sikelela please, bless us
Want that money sifun’ uphumelela
Sikelela please, no distractions
I’ma get it now bless whatever happens
Best advice is don’t take any
Dudes wanna see your pockets empty
I told myself I ain’t here to rush it
Got some funds and upped my budget
For the family and the crazy cousins
I’m done with school so I know their watching
The paper trail and the job hunting
Let’s get this money
Yeah let’s get this money
Was gonn’ keep this one in the archives
Until Sly Fox gave it the co-sign
Still avoiding the "cool guys"
Who show up in suit and ties
Just to split the pie
Who don’t put in enough time
Trying to piggy back all just
To get a free ride
When you call I’m not on call for you
When you talk I just put up the volume
I only mess with the dudes
That are still here fuck day ones or day two
That got the picture not just the view
No ‘yes men’ trying to gas you
You thought I’d be lost, run at a loss
Being this dope you don’t know
How much it cost
Don’t come around here with any calls
Trust me bruh you’ll get no response
I’m all about keeping my circle close
A lot to be made, what you here for?
Counting numbers or keeping scores?
It’s crazy, adapt to the pressure
Whilst still you asking questions
They say I left and came back
Like damn gone in sixty seconds
You can’t play me or rewind me
Don’t work like
I work you can’t fill in my timesheet
I told myself I’m here to get what’s mine
I need some nice things to say what a time
I kill this shit dude face it
I want some Madiba faces
The rap’s ugly need facelifts
Whilst your stuff is sounding basic
I curb all these hoes like I lane switch
No time for them like a naked wrist
Get led on by wrong numbers
Talking big but get nothing from it
Bank deposit's after bank deposit's
After saying that you should feel embarrassed
Bank deposit after bank deposit
After saying that I feel so accomplished
Nkosi sikelela please, bless us
Want that money sifun’ uphumelela
Sikelela please, no distractions
I’ma get it now bless whatever happens
Best advice is don’t take any
Dudes wanna see your pockets empty
I told myself I ain’t here to rush it
Got some funds and upped my budget
For the family and the crazy cousins
I’m done with school so I know their watching
The paper trail and the job hunting
Let’s get this money
Yeah let’s get this money
Was gonn’ keep this one in the archives
Until Sly Fox gave it the co-sign
Still avoiding the "cool guys"
Who show up in suit and ties
Just to split the pie
Who don’t put in enough time
Trying to piggy back all just
To get a free ride
When you call I’m not on call for you
When you talk I just put up the volume
I only mess with the dudes
That are still here fuck day ones or day two
That got the picture not just the view
No ‘yes men’ trying to gas you
You thought I’d be lost, run at a loss
Being this dope you don’t know
How much it cost
Don’t come around here with any calls
Trust me bruh you’ll get no response