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lirik lagu home & away games – tyson sybateli

[verse 1: tyson sybateli]
yeah
raised between a rock and a hard place, with amenities
born to be gem dropping hurtful
gossiping universe the tea herbal
the steve urkel
i bleed purple
i’m leaning on family matters
spiritually, verbal
verbal bullets touch you in all of the wrong places
like… (ayy ayy ayy, i ain’t tryna be cancelled)
you should fear god in every room that i’m placed in
elephant in the room, made the lion king just to tame him
i’m god’s favourite
i get love but first i got hated
i droppеd dulcé and waited
i had my city painted
everybody from hеre’s profile pic to me, they changed it
i had my toes as your crushes twitter display pic
swear i need a n0ble peace prize
how i’m bringing opps together as they bond on my demise, yeah
looking at my city i’m like “d*mn, time flys”
turned to a local hero from the guy that you despise
thick ass thighs but her back flat
put my thing in her like bag packs
your b*tch built like earth maps
i don’t know how you work that, i work the charts
i’m on the boards i know the darts, i know the gods
your b*tch bad like cashmere sweaters in hot weather
chinchilla fur coat petter this that wild era
heating up, you new to this sh*t
n*ggas hate me but i’m kinda getting used to this sh*t
my b*tch bad, any further info will hurt you
you should pay attention to only business that serves you
problems piling on me, if it were you it would hurt you
god had to level with me at nine, pandemic curfew
i’m going through stages, magazine, front pages
that’s where my name is
talking hype dulcé sh*t
i’m in the field like a moment of silence
only time you catch me kneeling is when i’m on a strict p*ssy diet
my b*tch bad like mixed veg’ flavoured anything
i’m the best, beyond many things
moving up and moving on to many better things
and i’m way better at handling these melodies
[chorus: tyson sybateli]
territory talking what my name say
you in the same place
this ain’t no away game
and my number ain’t change

[verse 2: thato saul]
these are n*ggas who pick the drama
i was never running, i am chasing gunning for karma
i’m on my come up, can you imagine
all the passion you never matching?
tryna turn my neighbourhood into fashion
see tyres smashing
donuts mo corneng ya sekhu
you rappers trashing, dilo tsa kasi you n*ggas see cool
i was a lil homie when i saw my n*gga, shooting dices and liquor
s*a*p*s they pulled up with a pick up
saw n*ggas scramble
you wish you could’ve seen this example
come take a sample
i’m still on the corner with scandal, sh*t i really handle
lamestra my n*gga he vandals
in car jacking
he broke in your vehicle in sandals
i never thought about this, my n*ggas living in bliss
n*ggas came p*ssed
shooting bullets but they all missed
it’s a true story wonder if i will live to 40
i don’t drink a 440, alcohol is a danger for me
and all i see before me
n*ggas in my hood busy falling i get dizzy forming
ways to be like weezy performing
the game is deforming, you n*ggas ain’t vocal
tell me i’m stealing styles when i rap like i’m a local
eyes open i got this bifocal, see my vision global
we never really seen a pheli n*gga go mogul
i put my stamina in it, i am standing up sinning
praying the labels won’t come and try scamming us, winning
i’m flashing like cameras hitting
got no scandalous women
the b*tches keeping us drowning like they spamming us, swimming
i got too many issue
when homies die we need tissue
pray god with you
look both ways or the car hit you
and i’m calm, b*tch you
ever diss, i come ditch you
hate that i can’t wish you
fine things or the gun miss you
[chorus: tyson sybateli]
yeah
territory talking what my name say
you in the same place
this ain’t no away game
and my number ain’t change

[outro: tyson sybateli]
welcome home they be yelling and i ain’t playin’
i’m like “coach put me in” as i lane blaze, yeah

[verse: tyson sybateli, ]
(yeah, listen)
n*ggas actin’ hard really bother me
you like stage props to me
catch ’em on and off set like cardi b
joe budden pumping a part of me, it’s in my arteries
don’t take it in vein, pressure’s a god to me

you wonder, you barely living
really with it free uthami on alleged k!llings
beat that n*gga up then help him look for who he think that did it
and if we ever switch sides we on the same mission
like it’s gta five, quit playing n*gga
frankly i’ve been living michael kors
michael myers are these kids getting sawed
with this blade i’m on my grind like locked jaws

n*ggas blessed us
i was where the west was
on my pac and festus
clothesline those against us, biggie you’re next up
snitches get stitches at least they getting something
i’ve lived through 23 christmas’s never getting nothing
n*ggas been tryna hit my phone, their b*tches pressin’ b*ttons
with the only member that was pressing somethin’
we need press or somethin’
need a vest no rushin’
leave their best fed in concussions, yeah
and i wasn’t the hottest buzzin’
but like barbers my lines was cuttin’

- tyson sybateli

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