MAARSY GONE JOZI (FREESTYLE)

Day 1, met brody
I was on the roady
Had to get a job
I been finessed
I made a way
I had a plan
Really made me a man
Making all this noise
Feel like a can
I get to stepping and I land
On my way
GP State
I been straight
Love you momma
And I miss you
Hope you’re okay
I left my son
I had to do it
I’m still improving
First day in
Young boy, had no choice
Get to the couch
This my story
And I play the game like Kobe
Now that I’m here
They don’t know me even though they know me
Lost a couple friends
Made a couple bands
All alone
And I’m up in the city
I’m finna get it
It was all a dram
Many mistakes
God forgive me for my sins
Joburg is man
I’m still a fiend
Everyday I bleed
If you know what I mean
Day 2, met a hoe
She pour up more
Slide on the floor
How you switch on me
Turned to a foe
I got goals
Fill my bank account with dough
My diploma opened doors
Youngest nigga
Walking Torrecid floors
Life of designers
And I’m going up no reclining
Day 3, I was low
Cash on low
I was on E
I been grinding, Eazy E
I ain’t had cash, they ain’t know me
Now I got stacks, they know me
Now they call me homie
Gotta send cash home, homie
Day 4, I met dawg
Stitch that’s homie
He told me
Everything on me
Baby Ma back home
She losing hope
Think I got hoes
Thinks that I don’t love her no more
Life came down
It’s been crashing
But I thank God I’m employed
But I thank God I’m employed
Hillbrow to the Tower
Smoking on gun powder
Streets loud
The weed louder
Hillbrow to the Tower
Smoking on gun powder
Streets loud
The weed louder
Day 1, met brody
I was on the roady
Had to get a job
Had to get a job
Day 2, met a hoe
She pour up more
Slide on the floor
Slide on the floor
Day 3, I was low
Cash on low
I was on E
I was on E
Day 4, I met dawg
Stitch that’s homie
He told me
He told me
Hillbrow to the Tower
Smoking on gun powder
Streets loud
The weed louder
Hillbrow to the Tower
Smoking on gun powder
Streets loud
The weed louder