[Verse 1: Dibi]
Now I ain't a gangster but I been with thugs
I ain't been with crips, I ain't been with bloods
But I been with thugs
Plus I know a couple niggas if you wanna see God they could send you up
I stay focused on bankroll
She wanna dance though, I don't tango
Man they stare at me like I am Django
I don't go hard, I go Rambo
And my niggas stay higher than Mango
I'ma take your girl, you don't think I will
But I can though
I just let it happen
And she laugh at my jokes like I'm Eddie acting
By 11 man I was already rapping
In my story I've been through so many chapters
And I knew a inner thug nigga
For the sake of the story we'll call him Hugo
And he thinks I don't know it but man I do know (yup)
At the school though (yup)
They were throwing shade on him like Juno
But I would never hate on him and he knew so
Break time he would chill with me I was new so
He said Dibi you're alright, you're a pretty cool oke
Said he had some Mary Jane, asked me if I do smoke
I said yeah, but I'm pretty new at the school so
I don't wanna get in trouble if I take a few tokes
Thinking back we got close, maybe too close
I was in boarding school, so this one day I had gone shopping
Just to get some fruit, oats, chips, sweets, lollipops everything with glucose (damn)
Get back to the hostel, put my shit in the cupboard
Still receipts in my pocket, put my hand in the cupboard
Try to feel for my wallet, this is where I had left it
Didn't lock my cupboard, how could I be so wreck less (damn)
Wait. But there's camera's in the hallway
And those things have been on like all day
I gotta find out, there was 2 grand in my wallet
So the teacher went to go and check the raw tape
So I'm now sitting in my room waiting
It's been taking too long I've been too patient
Shit is too slow
She came back
She said the only other person who was in your room is someone you know
It was Hugo
[Pre Chorus: Coopay]
Damn it
Yerrrrrrrrrr
[Chorus: Dibi & Coopay]
We might die for this shit nigga
(But not really though, 'cause we're not real gangsters)
We might die for this shit nigga
(Die Die Die)
We might die for this shit nigga
(Say it with your chest)
We might die for this nigga
(Maybe, who knows)
[Verse 2: Coopay]
I came up with no co-sign I don't owe these other rappers niks
I don't catch emotions go fuck your feelings
I'm a real nigga, come suck my dick
You just a pretty face, with a tiny waist
And a big booty with no pot to piss
I can't blame her, I can't tame her
In this part of the story I call her Liz
Okay okay, yes I met her in the fall
Studying law
It was a bore
I used to sit in the back of the classroom my feet up and snore
I was a rebel, but with a cause
I tried to holla and she just ignored
So I pushed harder until she fell under my covers
I told you baby ke tlao thola
Now I got you baby
Why you acting like a bitch
You got me thinking bout the future
You could be the mother of my kids
I watched you flip the script
(Flip Flip)
On some sucker shit
(Sucker shit)
Hold up, I've been drinking gin and soda
Contemplating bout' the blow up
I need to focus and you a distraction
I fell and you never catch me
You were so classy
Now you just ratchet
Why baby, why baby
I'm losing my mind baby
I wish you would die baby
Stroes bob, real talk
Non stop, mic drop
[Chorus: Dibi & Coopay]
We might die for this shit nigga
(But not really though, 'cause we're not real gangsters)
We might die for this shit nigga
(Die Die Die)
We might die for this shit nigga
(Say it with your chest)
We might die for this nigga
(Maybe, who knows)
