Inspired By True Events

Lyrics

[Verse] It's lonely on top and it's crowded below, I guess I'm Malcolm in the middle Keeping the periscope on swivel, enemies bones broke so brittle I'm coming for war, it's just the luck of the draw I'm picking names out a hat, now what we facing is all this debating if you vaccinated or you unvaxed We live in a place where women are raped and then they blame it on the way the girls dress I'm seeing this horror through both eyes, no contacts no Perspex Continental, scattеr cushions you live Microsoft and that's Wordpress Stupid kids buying smart phones, so automatically thеy gonna learn less Like a tiny baby's first steps, your first album might be a flop But 3T was a success, you can still hear it out the speaker-box I was looking at the TV like the white girl on poltergeist I never thought for a stupid trend you'd become celebrities overnight I used to never take no advice, now I wanna try and listen more I wouldn't be where I am now if I had fear, I had to risk it all I did it big with the outcasts, the ones you called the wrong crowd I ain't never ran from no naai and I damn sure won't start now Can't cry for support structure 'cause I came from a small suburb Locals hatin' so we all suffer But I took revenge like a scorned lover Born coloured, got the bolt cutters Tryna break into the game's fence When I said I wanted to be a rapper, in Cape Town it never made sense All my lyrics are stimulating but half the population are brain dead Everybody wants a golden goose, I'm just praying that she lays eggs You'll be living in the multiverse and I'll be training with the Spacemen Still writing with the same pen, you're like Adam Sandler with the fake gems We're uncut, naaier shut up False stories spreading mal kak You better tighten up your lug nuts or the wheels coming off the fine bus It's a lang pad to the straight path With sanitizer and face mask Keep a poker face in black jack, in South Africa they play the race card If lawnmowers don't [?] grass then I gotta do a snake charm Had a weed plug up in these streets Right after that I had to take charge Had to suffer for beauty When it became hard I still praised God Bloody fingers on the stain glass A true story what I'm based on