The Finesse

[Chorus]
Ey, foot on they neck
Anginayo nestress
Got the finesse, Scara Ngobese
Biz' umamakho azobon' umntanakhe
Ashaye inumber
Kuphakam' idust, nawe uyazi

[Post-Chorus]
Sbali imali iyeza
And if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it it's alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on but I'm still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara it's alright

[Verse 1: Kwesta]
Hawu ringe kahle nami autie, angisumngani ‘akho
Angimanamani ngi arrive, they should announce
Bathi nginenkinga I'm too nice to move a crowd
Batshele ngiyi super hero and uthando is my superpower
Kunjani igama uSenzo, Kwesta if you insist
I don't flex, there's no need ever since nginidle kai six
My position on that list, they think I give a shit
Eish mpintshi askies instead of give it
I am it, little bitch
I am so far beyond
Mozart evolved, the God, from ukulala kwelasofa kumkholo
Kukhona ogolozayo
Wubonwa bhobhodlwane
Thina siyayishov' ingolovane
Proudly South Aah indololwane
I feel like M.J., I feel like Puffy
I feel like a Sensei, Mr Miagi
A ke debatle, easy does it
Ntwana, nibayekele, ngiyabagaya

[Chorus: Kwesta]
Ey, foot on they neck
Anginayo nestress
Got the finesse, Scara Ngobese
Biz' umamakho azobon' umntanakhe
Ashaye inumber
Kuphakam' idust, nawe uyazi

[Post-Chorus]
Sbali imali iyeza
And if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it it's alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on
But I'm still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara it's alright

[Verse 2: Ricky Rick]
Ok, lets do it like this
Rest in peace all my dead hommies (All my dead hommies)
Streets was hungry I fed hommies (Streets was hungry I fed hommies)
Picked it up and I layed hommies (Picked it up and I layed hommies)
That's why I need my bread hommies, ah! (Eish)
Beat knocker, Louis rocker, jacket looking Chewie Bacca
Gang gang, pushing Prada, boss man set the conduct
No Wakanda, half these niggas smoking flakka
No wear condoms knowing we ain't got no doctors
Mess with me and I'll stretch you like Jujuman
Pretty nigga they love me like Duduzane
Get a verse and I promise you you'll be on
You know the saying a Venda man maak ’n plan
Act a fool cause, paper money rules us
Textbooks fooled us, lower-class school sucks
Try to open eyes but it's useless
If we don't give a fuck nigga who does?

[Chorus: Kwesta]
Ey, foot on they neck
Anginayo nestress
Got the finesse, Scara Ngobese
Biz' umamakho azobon' umntanakhe
Ashaye inumber
Kuphakam' idust, nawe uyazi

[Post-Chorus]
Sbali imali iyeza
And if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it it's alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on
But I'm still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara it's alright