[Verse 1: N'veigh]
Uh, I shared butter with the bros
When you've got a main, you shouldn't blunder with the hoes
N***as on the dough but they askin' "What the deal is?"
Funny 'cause the answer been right under their nose
I'm a real n***a, a hard hitter, you know the deal
I'm not a fake my n***a, you know the real
Fuck out my face my n***a, you know the field
Grind like you in construction, n***a you know the drill
I keep telling you that I'm top two
You need more than your rapper n***as 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 n***as are so static
Got fanny-packs and your n***a got cosmetics
Mamelodi East, I got n***as that cause damage
Never felt defeat like a n***a 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 n***as busy tryna get a piece, that's fucked
Tryna eat at our table, n***a 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