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Song Lyrics:

IGROOTMAN IPHETHI BAG Hook (Fanele Thee):X2 Face life with these thoughts. Sometimes no time for talk. Be the slave or you wanna be the boss? One question, At what cost? Verse1 (Tale): I took a mind trip around the world to foresee my path through the eyes of a young dreamer, dreaming all of it possible. Now I’m a young grootman, and time is travelling fast. Money’s time, escalate it as well. Whatever that costs you… Well not whatever; your soul shouldn’t be a costume. That means never trade fake personality for the core of you. Eh ntwana, grootman e tshwere bag. Tleen sneakers. Fresh cologne. iHustle ihembe. Difference between a grootman and a skrr skrr’s bag...mine is not for coughing syrup but to cough up cash. Not acting serious dawg, but the clock’s hands move a lot quicker than numbers in an African’s bank. Who has time to be clowning just so they could follow back? My bro Thee said it on Low-Key ‘no need for attention’, which gave me a peace of mind to lay down my plans. And sharing them’s ridiculous; it’s never wise to tell. The album cover says we’re hlanganising Rands. Time is money, hear me out. I’m not spitting sand. Not wasting time spitting bars or whatever you call it. I’m telling you visions. Channel my supposed calling. I’ve adopted a hustler’s mind, that’s my latest story. Lemme skool you, pay tuition. Don’t be here for the chorus. We’re living life in real life, never what they taught us. ‘qeta ba re we disregard the ways of hard workers. Work smart; the less you move, the more you go forward. Less is more, grootmans don’t get involved in any petty social circles known for small talk. By any means necessary we don’t die poor. Talk is cheap and pictures paint a thousand words. My portrait is tleen sneaks and a fresh cologne. Meaning that the hustle keeps me up & going till these beats and what I speak gets annoying. Verse 2 (Fanele Thee): I didn't see them take it but but the way they digging in that hand bag, Yup it looks stolen. Brown straps, side zips, fake leather I mean you could tell, The edges were tearing. It's looking like a bad job for the ashy lipped gents, one of two was complaining So much tissue, some lip gloss, a couple of keys but then the main one thing is just missing. Maybe they found a purse and phone but this was a moment, i'm walking. Couldn't really keep starring. I look to my left if hobo is an offence street kid wouldn't do it, He was an old man. Mntsintsila ouchea looking back at you like he doesn't really care, Cause he's still digging. The bin for food, bottles, metal scraps, The last kop of weed whatever if he's breathing. Dlule'makuleni with no offence to BCCSA this how all the streets are talking. As they watch the game Bhakaniya vs Sandawana I noticed something that beat all the tension. The weed dealers Superbet ticket was near completion, That says a lot about his ambition. You niggas wanna sell drugs for the mentions. The kind to put you in cuffs at the station. Whatever happened to self-education . Must' died with the government expactations. I wouldn't tell you what's in my bag, I walk in some corners the horror has been an honor. So stay relaxed. Romeo must die, this music thing is Juliet. Gotta speak a life-time in a simple sentence. NgiphethiBag ngiphekwamaPlan Just come to the show or sit in my eyes a dozen times till you understand

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