#Whatever

[Verse 1: Vivi]

I'm like whatever man, rhyme style I'm better man/
Takin' over Indian, cooler than a ceilin' fan/
Independent indie man, makin' speakers boom/
Inspiration, motivation, cereal & cartoons/
Fresh like dougie, chasin' paper that ain't runnin'/
If success is at the crib, let her know that I am comin'/
Cause, I be on that Obama shit/
Priddy like my momma shit/
Hustle on the daily shit/
Don't bug me chasin' dreams now bish/
Maserati motive, my ambition locomotive/
Got my hustle on the move/
Life's a game don't play to lose/
Play your cards right, never left, stumble never fall/
Not in it for a thing if I'm not gon' have it all, I'm/
On point, like a finger on a dagger/
You can point at any woman never doubt me I can have her/
Nigga high up on that swagger, slicker than yo vaseline/
Sippin' on that turn up juice so to the left is where I lean/
To the side, pimpin' please, put in work on yo fatigue/
My team is in this bitch & we is way outta yo league/
In my prime like Optimus/
Soaking in 'em compliments/
I'm oozing of that confidence/
I'm speakin' of the obvious/
Literally literal, G'd up individual/
Legend like Saddam & Mbombela's where I'm from/
You can put that on my mom, even bet it on my dad/
There's no other G alive who's got this amount of swag

[Verse 2: Bazz]

All these broads got a prob' like whatever man/
Got a prob' we can brawl like whatever man/
Six feet tall stack it all like cheddar man/
Man, I'm finna ball like whatever man/
Christian Dior, Jack, all, black leather/
Keep your swag tight and your ties might sever man/
Ha!/
You hear the lines I'm delivering?/
Fresh to death, I'm deceased send condolences/
I'm like whatever man, rhyme style I'm better man/
Buck wild forever man, Calam
Fam under/
Boom! Speakers sufferin'/
Boom! We just hustlin/
Swag undercover man/
Back! Undiscovered man/
Bazz and the others man, Cash keep 'em motivated/
Numbers? Still rollin' in/
Honeydips they phonin' in/
Smellin' my cologne and then, I wasn't bonin' 'em/
Moanin and they groanin' ma'an/
Kiss! They be throwin' in/
Fam to the top, where we cop 'em and shoot em/
You hear the kick so sick it jaw drop 'em and move 'em/
Yeah I stop 'em and scoop 'em/
Call that swagger recruitin'/
I run the streets so slick, I'm presidential like Zuma/
Run in groupies, no shit, we roll in hunn'eds like tuna/
Spit hard, from what, nigga ngathi ngyaba sula/
Zulu rhymes so silly ngaphiskhati syavuma/
Why you lookin' at me/
Amakhanda vhumbuka/
Nobody rhyme like B, ice cold I'm so cooler/
Errbody after me Calamity is the future!/
Ha!/
Calamity is the future/
Errbody after me Calamity is the future!/