Hlayisanis Rendition by GarrineH Lyrics
Yo Money, been on the sidelines for a while now, it’s time we get on the other side of the line, you know?
Giyani till the death of me, bitch!
[Hook]
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
I’m about to drop all these heaters now, watch the precision
[Verse 1]
This is not rap! This is like a murder scene
I’m behind 16 bars charged with a felony
25 to my life, Giyani till the death of me
To my opposition, it’s condolence to your families
Everything has been superficial
All these raps have made all this official
I’m packing syllable bullets and lyrical pistols
You pussy hope I pull it maybe the bullet will miss you? I’ll make it blissful
I could never sell my soul just to be revived
Now I’m digging through the coal, surely bring the prize
And I’m getting really bold to believe in lies
And I’m getting really old to be victimized
When I blow up bitch bet I’m getting mines
Now I’m coming for the gold, for the enterprise
See the stories I wrote as I visualize
Glorifying I’m broke never brings the prize
[Hook]
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
I’m about to drop all these heaters now, watch the precision
[Verse 2]
This is not rap! This is something for the critics who’ve been trynna taint my image but don’t even see my vision
Holding pages as my canvas while I’m painting with my lyrics
I’ll be blinding all these niggas while I paint the picture vivid
Dragged through the mud? Ha! I remain clean
This is God’s temple, reason I remained king
Now I’m coming for the crown keepers, all the sound sleepers
With the way that I flow I think I’m gonna drown niggas
Already told y’all that Giyani people got this
Going in regardless, trynna make a profit
Counting paper stacks, bigger wallets in my pockets
“Yoo, that line? Rewind it (Yoo yoo yoo, dyinamba ledyi dya ba, haa)”
Already told y’all that Giyani people got this
We’ve been starving artists, now it’s time we harvest
Counting paper stacks, bigger wallets in my pockets
Not even started yet, there’s no need to try and stop it
Giyani till the death of me, bitch!
[Hook]
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
I’m about to drop all these heaters now, watch the precision
[Verse 1]
This is not rap! This is like a murder scene
I’m behind 16 bars charged with a felony
25 to my life, Giyani till the death of me
To my opposition, it’s condolence to your families
Everything has been superficial
All these raps have made all this official
I’m packing syllable bullets and lyrical pistols
You pussy hope I pull it maybe the bullet will miss you? I’ll make it blissful
I could never sell my soul just to be revived
Now I’m digging through the coal, surely bring the prize
And I’m getting really bold to believe in lies
And I’m getting really old to be victimized
When I blow up bitch bet I’m getting mines
Now I’m coming for the gold, for the enterprise
See the stories I wrote as I visualize
Glorifying I’m broke never brings the prize
[Hook]
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
Hlayisani’s rendition
I’m about to drop all these heaters now, watch the precision
[Verse 2]
This is not rap! This is something for the critics who’ve been trynna taint my image but don’t even see my vision
Holding pages as my canvas while I’m painting with my lyrics
I’ll be blinding all these niggas while I paint the picture vivid
Dragged through the mud? Ha! I remain clean
This is God’s temple, reason I remained king
Now I’m coming for the crown keepers, all the sound sleepers
With the way that I flow I think I’m gonna drown niggas
Already told y’all that Giyani people got this
Going in regardless, trynna make a profit
Counting paper stacks, bigger wallets in my pockets
“Yoo, that line? Rewind it (Yoo yoo yoo, dyinamba ledyi dya ba, haa)”
Already told y’all that Giyani people got this
We’ve been starving artists, now it’s time we harvest
Counting paper stacks, bigger wallets in my pockets
Not even started yet, there’s no need to try and stop it