Kemosadi lyrics

[Intro: Emtee]
(Ayy, ooh)
One time one time (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Emtee]
Whippin' with my n*ggas, got that lean I lay low (Whip, whip, whip)
My partner's in the trap with a b*tch that looks like Dej Loaf (That looks like Dej Loaf)
Who's poppin' in the streets?
Don't gotta say it they know (And they know)
If I tell you what to do, I dare you to say no (Say that)
This that real sh*t, no photoshop (No photoshop)
Just a lil' n*gga up on the block (Up on the block)
I prayed dog and I got my shot (I got my shot)
You hatin' on me, I'm still hot (I'm still hot)
Straight outta them Jozi streets (Them Jozi streets)
Since a lil' n*gga I've known some G's (I've known some G's)
You lames prayin' I don't release (I don't release)
I'm at the music store and I'm sayin' cheese (Cheese!)
I'm sorry dog can't hang no more (Can't hang no more)
It's ATM and we on tour (On tour)
You n*ggas ball but you don't score
You think I'm broke yet and you still sure

[Chorus: KLY]

[Verse 2: Smashis / Zingah]
(Uh)
A n*gga's always under pressure
I'm triple cuppin' for the stressin'
But I'm in the club livin' reckless cause I'm cool, calm and collected
It's crazy how me and my n*gga be, in the club and never on the guestlist
I know that they checkin' for me, I know that they waitin' on the next sh*t
I know I'm the realest n*gga that y'all seen
I only keep killin' n*ggas around me
Yeah you say that you really dig me but how deep?
Talk is cheap and I need a milli per our speech
[Pre-Chorus: Emtee]
This that real sh*t, no photoshop (No photoshop)
Just a lil' n*gga up on the block (Up on the block)
I prayed dog and I got my shot (I got my shot)
You hatin' on me, I'm still hot (I'm still hot)
This that real sh*t, no photoshop (No photoshop)
Just a lil' n*gga up on the block (Up on the block)
I prayed dog and I got my shot (I got my shot)
You hatin' on me, I'm still hot (I'm still hot)

[Chorus: KLY]

[Verse 3: Maggz]
n*ggas be makin' that dough (Dough!)
n*ggas be makin' that dough (Dough!)
n*ggas be pullin' up finna do somethin', n*ggas be takin' your hoe (Sheesh!)
b*tches ain't tellin' me no (No!)
n*ggas ain't lettin' me go (Go)
Cause all this money look and taste as sweeter than Cinnamon roll
Look how I'm burning the flow
Killing the records again in a row
All of these rappers are panickin' more
[?]
n*ggas is ready to go (Go)
Pay me the damages sure (Sure!)
Easy to [?] your hoe
Wakin' and bakin' and sell it and go (Bro)
Yeah, never lie man she pretty hot (She pretty hot)
She love the way that I Diddy bop (Diddy bop)
I'm known around every city block, yeah
You think you on but you really not
[Chorus: KLY]

[Outro: Emtee]
This that real sh*t, no photoshop (No photoshop)
Just a lil' n*gga up on the block (Up on the block)
I prayed dog and I got my shot (I got my shot)
You hatin' on me, I'm still hot (I'm still hot)
This that real sh*t, no photoshop (No photoshop)
Just a lil' n*gga up on the block (Up on the block)
I prayed dog and I got my shot (I got my shot)
You hatin' on me, I'm still hot (I'm still hot)