Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad About Africa , by - SL. Release date: 24.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mad About Africa |
| Been on violence |
| Shout bro cah he been on riding |
| On goal, but you know I can’t find him |
| I’m getting tired of this black man timing |
| Bro still gliding |
| Got another one, how exciting |
| Big whips, why they got no mileage? |
| So dig this, how the fuck are they sliding? |
| Let me state facts |
| My story starts when I landed in them flats |
| Used to kick ball but I, weren’t all that |
| But if you gave me the ball, know you get it right back |
| Distribute the ball the way I distribute the packs |
| Play me for a fool until I caught him in the act |
| Back against the wall if police catch me on the lack |
| 'Cause I cannot talk on my brother, that’s that |
| I’ll orchestrate your fall then and I’ll carry out the plan |
| Too cool for school, I was chilling with the gang |
| That’s what I thought until the teachers called my dad |
| Very next day, the classroom was where I sat |
| If you saw what I saw, you’d understand my lad |
| No regards for the law, I’d rather back my flag |
| Lost in the sauce, man that shit can’t stand |
| Forget that and focus on the task at hand |
| Life’s just one big old obstacle |
| Niggas get touched and go running to the constable |
| Take a niggas lunch, cah I’m eating when possible |
| Done it off a hunch, had a feeling it was probable |
| My food packs a punch, nittys tell you it’s phenomenal |
| Scaring to cunch, shank by my abdominal |
| Hurting your bunch cah that talk ain’t tolerable |
| Burn in the clutch left my tires looking horrible |
| Part 2: |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Ayy |
| Where shall I begin? |
| It’s been a long year |
| I’m just happy that the feds dem are not here |
| But if it weren’t for them I woulda never got here |
| For every time we meet it makes me see I should be gone clear |
| Ends got peak, so I’m staying at my nans house |
| Cah I just want to make enough P, then cash out |
| And bring along the day one’s that ain’t dabbed out |
| Not everything’s as sweet as my tracks sound |
| Taz got 6 cah he couldn’t keep his hands down |
| Bob got nicked cah he wanted them a man down |
| I want no ifs, buts, or maybes in the damn crowd |
| They need to tell me that I’m the king and that’s hands down |
| Coming up, I never had no hand out |
| But that don’t mean I never have my hands out |
| I was low and you wouldn’t know, 'cause you didn’t stand 'round |
| You were in the light while I was watching from the background |
| Bro said he got me, I know he meant it |
| I can’t see the fake, but I know I sense it |
| The plug gave us a name, that’s what we went with |
| I probably sold you bud that ain’t been invented |
| Your bitch will line you up, but you never guessed it |
| I drop her a 3−5 as an extra incentive |
| Shut the blinds if the trap gets too hectic |
| Plug knew what it was, you was too sceptic |
| Feds on me, or is it my ethnic? |
| She’ll suck the whole team and go back a beverage |
| Yeah, yeah |
| This shits messed |
| I’m coming from a block where my dog could outlive my friend |
| I’m coming for your don if I label him as a threat |
| Bro too hot, I can’t ride with him again |
| Thought that he was colourblind the way he’s running through the reds |
| Yeah |
| I come up off the drug that trappers said there ain’t no prof' in |
| Yeah, that’s smelly bud that stays stinking up your pockets |
| Yeah I started rough, gave it a month, then I got it |
| Had the table talking money, he was tryna change the topic |
| Trap gone dry, phone ain’t poppin' |
| Looks like another bad day at the office |
| Mummy got the grind, she just struggled to see the logic |
| They like S, how you winnin'? |
| Can’t embrace my losses |
| I had to throw dirt over my niggas coffin |
| RIP the guys that never made it out to college |
| Me and bro are out scoping for a neek |
| Like nice chain, but it would look better in me |
| Nigga this is life as usual |
| Only time I’m seeing all my guys is at a funeral |
| Was a shit knife, but I brought it cah it was doable |
| Judge said I went too far, I found it suitable |
| I don’t need no funny yutes |
| I don’t need no gold tooth |
| I don’t need no flashy booth |
| I still come through with this tune |
| I don’t need more bad news |
| Or I’m sliding to get duke |
| All I need is to come through |
| Till I’m balling like I hoop |
| We never done this cah we love this |
| If you think so, you’re confused |
| No, we done this 'cause we must win |
| So we did what we gotta do |