Mozambique (feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (Explicit) - Ghetts/Jaykae/Moonchild Sanelly

Composed by：Janum Khan/Justin Clarke Samuel/Prince Owusu/Sanelisiwe Twisha/Shehzad Anil Zar/Tj Amadi

Past present future

Senior baby junior

You take the fire of the young

The power of now the wisdom of the old

Combine all three and that's a recipe for winning

No point looking back

Saying I could've done this

Should've done that

That's valuable time being wasted in the present

And it's only in the present where the future can be moulded

The reoccurring question is

What would I have told myself ten years ago

Focus

You know the O was replaced by an S

There ain't a broken home I don't represent

Still misunderstood

Still conflicted

How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror

And had to convince him

Be brave be different

Just be you and be consistent

Umnqundu wamapolisa sana

Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa

Yo what's wrong with these neeks

Man can't tell me about these streets

Man never grew up near no d**n beach

Mans got shooters from Mozambique

Shoot off nose and beak

So you lot roll in peace

But if you got suttin to say

Do not hold in please

They say death comes in trois

So I do not roll in threes

Are you lot dying to piss

'Cause you look like you're holding ps

Pull up pull up stolen jeep

Hood up hood up phone the police

Push up your boat and bleed

I heard they cook up the coke and leave

Man's going in there now

I'm just up the road indeed

I swear I search everywhere

Like I'm looking for phone and keys

Knife in the wind

Poke and breeze

Wish your girl never saw that

Poor Candice

Four man deep

One felt froggy they saw man leap

Run tell donnie and crawl back weep

All that week

Oh that's weak

Hole in your brain

You ain't gotta thought that deep

Man think I'm missing the drop

What I caught that clean

I don't know bro I don't know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don't know pay the streets dough

Sell some real green d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

I don't know bro I don't know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don't know pay the streets dough

Sell some real green d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

What's wrong with these man

Can't tell me about 28 gram

Grew up on curry and rice not ham

Man have got shooters from Pakistan

Shoot off after your fam

Rooftop like taliban

So let me give you lot some advice

And stop stunting like Jackie Chan

Yeah they say you are what you eat

And I still ain't been Hakkasan

And ask them who started the beef

I ain't slid round yet that's the plan

Roll up stolen megane

Whole lot of smoke for your gang

Folding notes in my hand

Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands

Yeah this beef's kobe cut from japan

Hold uppercuts from my hand

You can put me in the world cup final

And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane

No if's buts I'm the man

Toolbox loading the van

Fam all of this bulls**t

Just 'cause he owed him a grand

Come through twenty man deep

Silence can't hear any man speak

Nightmares can't get any more sleep

Forget those who got buried last week

I keep things sweet

On my table I let every man eat

And I wish I had a girl

Who would let a man cheat

I don't know bro I don't know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don't know pay the streets dough

Sell some real green d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

I don't know bro I don't know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don't know pay the streets dough

Sell some real green d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

Yo I'm in Birmingham

Mina I'm from South Africa hheey Mandela

Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka

And'na xesha lama simba wodwa

Ndizomshiya

Ndizomshiy' ephansi

Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa

Iballs zinzima

Stared in the face of death

Mandem told me I'm stupid

So many years of breath

Only been shot by cupid

Can't tell man about kuff kaff kweff

You only hear them tings in music

Round 'ere take a wrong left

Victim of a shooting

What could they tell me about chef

Like I ain't made food out of human

Like man ain't looked in my grill

And I ain't had to barbeque them

What can they tell me about crack

Ask Danny and Susan

What can they tell me about trap

Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion

Feds never had no evi

My man still got twenty

They never found no body

They don't know where it's buried

Bad boys from the UK

We don't drive no chevys

Can't call a foreign a foreign

Unless it's a 'rari like ballotelli's