Everyday

So I took a chance and kept my fingers crossed
Started losing rands but at a winner’s cost
Might have shed a tear, you’d think a nigga’s soft
All that, just so I can hear that it’s a bigger loss
But I’m a freaking boss
I ain’t working for none of y’all
So I’m not even trynna please some of y’all
Shit, I’m done with y’all
Honestly, honesty is honourably the policy
The industry’s dishonesty is possibly inequality
Cause I’m just trynna get mine
I’m just trynna do me
And I couldn’t give a damn what the people say (ay-yay-yay)
Damn what the people say (ay-yay-yay)
I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)
I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)
I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)
I’m on my grind, like, everyday
So I could give a damn what the people say
(What Tricky all up in his head for?)
Well, this what imma do though
Get back at South Africa’s Got Talent cause they said, «No,»
And y’all like, «Oh, you think you all that, bro?»
Well, if I didn’t, I won’t be all that, ho
Your opinion’s not appreciated
I’m that hypocritical asshole, I’m so opinionated
Cause, really, y’all are like the lyrics of a house song
It’s like one of y’all came in and the rest was duplicated
Up and coming rappers gone stupid
Ooh, somebody’s acting too exclusive
Y’all like, «#TeamFollowBack»
And a couple weeks later unfollow everybody
Well, fuck you, I unfollow back
I can’t reply to your mentions or your subtweets, boy
I can’t deny my attention is in these streets, boy
Oh, I see you
You got something to say to me?
No, you don’t, cause ya’ll niggas afraid of me
My time is now, I ain’t even set my alarm
«But how he rapping, his religion is Islam?»
Lord, protect me from the fires of Shaitaan
But I can’t remember when last I read the Qur’an
(Damn)
I’m always mentioned when they speak of SA hip-hop's best
And if I ain’t mentioned by somebody, they ain’t heard of me yet
Cause when you’re great
And everybody says that you’re great cause you’re great
But once you say that you’re great then they hate
You see, these days, it ain’t about all the hard work that you do
If you know a nigga who know a nigga who know a nigga, you’re cool (woo)
Y’all Caesar niggas lack intelligence
I ain’t arrogant, I’m extravagant
Fuck your comparison, it’s irrelevant
But
Ooh, they like me, they really, really like me
But I don’t even break a sweat when the pressure hit
Cause I might fuck around in my room-io
And definitely come out with a fresher hit
Look at all the props I give to myself
It’s a gift to myself
I’m just lifting myself
But Blayze was to me
Like what Future was to Jimmy
Or Godparents was to Timmy
Now I grant wishes myself
Haha
I guess I fucked up the promotion
After tweeting shit that put my career outta motion
But finalist but the winner’s already chosen?
Well, pardon me for being a little outspoken