Weedy Dr kid

Verse It's a best thing nikka mommy is a star She pull up with the rekz nikka coming too far She's working for the fam nikka working so hard When we check she's the mother of 5 She's suffering but show the baby big smile I am the king nikka mommy is my crown I will work hard and I will never let you down This Your song I want to make you proud Miss you ever day even though she's in the grave I will work hard and I will fit in this game She give me all this now um searching for the fam On the big banks nikka um running for cheque Ke dutsi le majita ke denka sum'thing Ka tswere machere bahloka sum'thing Weedy ke boss o botsa ka one dream Ka fetsa skolo ka popa one thing Um the dawg nikka call me their king Hanging le di dawg re tsuba sum weed Look at the corner nikka who's that chick Boy so sick needs some peel Nikka stole the show but he got nothing(Weedy) Weedy dope boy nikka pull up dat chick Um Chillin in Stu nikka busy cooking This is a big Dream nikka um frick flaxing I was just 13 when i started Writtin' When they see us nikka see sum'thing Let's go to Max nikka give us sum'thing And Going too Hard in a music shit is crazy money is important no need to be lazy Pushing too Hard Nikka like PAPA PANNY Moma to her Nikka buy some Bunny Neibour see me around the thought I'm crazy Acting like a goat Nikka I feel like Messi Nikka I kill and I got no messy In a Rap/Trap Nikka I got some passion Smoking too Hard Nikka we call it setion Nikka I kill and and I got no beef What I do I do it for the best What they do they krey no nex I'm a really G um in love with the rekz GOING to hard somewhere at the East Lil mama just call me young beat pupping some weed Nikka the shit is real Having that lambo Nikka that's my dream Give me that thing baby Girl that thing is so sweet Chasing madiba nothing for free Nikka do your thing I feel this beat I was on the list young Nikka use to rap on a street This bitch is proud she was born on REECE I create Nikka I've never mist She flax nikka she knows she's my Miss When I smoke Nikka I just want peace Im a real G nikka thats real me They pass me the paper i thought of weed My daddy was stoner Pupping at the corner No more news paper re bofa ka rizzla Mama told me I must take care Home My heart is too cold nikka I need some Coal Working too slow nikkas called it Go-slow Roll some plant nikka I really need smoke working hard nikka call me Go-koo Gotta go hard Cuz my voice is too low My Lyric is too hard I write it nikka lika Pro This is our game nikka started at the hood after 21 we try and open our roof You gotta take debats nikka that's real truth We push too hard other nikkas smoke kush She really want a baby my nikka it's too soon I'm face the game nikka i dont want rules Give me the shit nikka i might come with bro jumping