Verse 1: N'veigh 
Uh, I shared butter with the bros 
When you've got a main, you shouldn't blunder with?the?hoes 
Niggas on the?dough but they askin' "What the?deal is?" 
Funny 'cause the answer been right under their nose 
I'm a real nigga, a hard hitter, you know the deal 
I'm not a fake my nigga, you know the real 
Fuck out my face my nigga, you know the feel 
Grind like you in construction, nigga you know the drill 
I keep telling you that I'm top two 
You need more than your rapper niggas to stop dude 
I'm hot do, shit, I was raised by the gun 
Disrespect me, I promise then you gon' see what my pops do 
And you niggas are so static 
Got fanny-packs and your nigga got cosmetics 
Mamelodi East, I got niggas that cause damage 
Never felt defeat like a nigga with prosthetics 

Hook: Jay Claude 
Handle my keys, been on my job 
Still I get my own thing, tryna make it right 
Hustle my breed, making paper 
Been hammered down but I'm on the way up 
Play on, play on, play on, play on, oh whoa whoa 
Cause I play on, play on, play on, play on, ooh ooh yeah 

Verse 2: Ras 
L'amour du jeu change chaque jour 
Des fois je me convaincs que j'suis en ? 
Fils du monde je m'entraîne toujours je fixe mon son 
Enfant du hip hop tu me traces au fond 
Creuser plus profond ? tu m'trouves dedans en train prendre des leçons avec toutes les légendes 
Etudiant de la culture pour le futur 
Si tu utilises tes mots correctement, ta vie dure 
A travers l'art, laisse-moi peindre une image avec mes mots comme j'suis Pablo Picasso 
Mettre tous mes résidus sur un plateau 
Souffler aux bougies et puis les manger comme un gâteau 
Mon flow est chaud, c'est d'un autre niveau 
Tellement chaud que ça chauffe même les frigos 
Je me réveille tôt, sors pour la chasse chaque jour face à face avec la vie pour un morceau 

Hook: Jay Claude
Handle my keys, been on my job
Still I get my own thing, tryna make it right
Hustle my breed, making paper
Been hammered down but I'm on the way up
Play on, play on, play on, play on, oh whoa whoa
Cause I play on, play on, play on, play on, ooh ooh yeah

Verse 3: PdotO
To-to-top five, fuck with the boss or fly with the birds, I'm magic
Abra cadabra, I'm tight with the verse
Recycled the curse, that's fuck you twice
Still mean, reciting my words
Church, I'm Franklin the curse
Step to a real one, or let me kill some
Still independent, not fazed when the deal come
A bit of bounce to the step I feel
A bit of bounce to the step you need
Don't ever test my skill
Smoke purps while we call green pastures
A lot of rappers laugh that they speed past us
Forgetting it's a marathon, not a sprint
So the same niggas busy tryna get a piece, that's fucked
Tryna eat at our table, nigga you is not able
So be gone with the wind, like motherfucking Clark Gable, yes Lord
Still God bless the real ones
Keanu Reaves made way for the speed pass

Hook: Jay Claude
Handle my keys, been on my job
Still I get my own thing, tryna make it right
Hustle my breed, making paper
Been hammered down but I'm on the way up
Play on, play on, play on, play on, oh whoa whoa
Cause I play on, play on, play on, play on, ooh ooh yeah