Artist: AKA f/ Kwesta Album: Touch My Blood Song: Magriza Typed by: AZ Lyrics [AKA] I'm too connected, too well respected Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik If I do it like I'm supposed to? It's expected Please don't bother me for a photo, but the guest list Yeses, take it back to the essence TDK cassette shit, still up with that shit Oh yeah, I'm talking way back Way back when English or Vernac was still a question I'm the one they aim at, we don't pay the same tax Don't stay in the same flats, we ain't in the building Rappers in a wack place, niggas got bad taste Tried to give me handshakes, I don't ever field them Champagne give me toothache Bruce Wayne in the Coupe You niggas trapping on a Tuesday? I hit the stu' and hit the Duvet Bird's eye, point of view So high, Gorilla Glue North side, chilling in the pool Tropika, so smooth To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal I can't believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top, no ceiling Top spot, no seating Can you feel it? (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclout stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh I done suffered for the cause Summer after summer I put numbers on the board Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls To say I don't really give a fuck about awards? All I ever wanted was applause All you ever wanted was a Porsche I'm rocking stunners you wouldn't cava in the mall You Stevie Wonder when the zaka is involved Greedy with the arms, feed you water on the lawn Dripping sauce, that's cheese Parmesan I don't fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs 20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yay I'm just trying to be honest Niggas in the game treat me like I'm a target Go ahead, put the blame on me I'm the same OG, I just made more cheese I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats Fast forward 2 years I ain't wrote no speech Got a plaque, plaque by my old PC Now I'm finna count racks like I'm Motsepe To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal I can't believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top, no ceiling Top spot, no seating Can you feel it? (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclout stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh [Kwesta] Hah, ten year veteran, uh The best, that's evident Even as a freshman I deaded them But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison, huh Boy I got plenty rings Had to give one to this hot melanin It ain't a thing, I came from Buttabing So Will Smith never taught me what independence is I'm from the era of the genesis Designer raps, fuck your measurements Som tshela u-sis ak'tshela what a fetish is So I can finesse and finish it at the Radisson Boy I make pretty money Hand some to my people, now ain't a nigga ugly Anisebahle That's word from some big account Used to roll a whole fucking bank And get high as Orion's belt And now we roll up to the fucking bank It's all green on both sides of the fence, eish [AKA] To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal I can't believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top, no ceiling Top spot, no seating Can you feel it? (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclout stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh