AKA, L-Tido – “AKA” Lyrics
I do what I want, you do what you gotta
This ain’t hand of God, this ain’t Maradona
If you say my name it’s a Mexicana
Don’t forget to pray to the black Madonna
If you throw me shade, I don’t want no wahala
Keke uber split blur, this here got the water
Iche Igo auto, I no drive Toyota
Then I bust on you, well I gon’ make you suffer
Its Tido, aka the greatest
Out the mud, I made it
I’m highly blessed and favored
The crown from most nations fit my head like it was tailored
I’m on my worst behavior, I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
Some phanda pusha, ke
The vision super clear
Fuck your opinion, you can keep it like a souvenir
Your bitch is over here, I get her wet like scuba gear
And send her back to you, ahamba in a vura yeah
Hamba vutha ke
Y’all know that talk is cheap
I stay fresh to death like I’m just from my eulogy
The frame is Louis V, this game ain’t new to me
I’m a legend that’s the difference between you and me
Fuck these labels, cut the cable
Take all my options off the table
What’s the topic?
It ain’t profit then i drop it like a hot potato
I’m in your pocket, get it popping from South Ah to Lagos
They know
I do what I want, you do what you gotta
This ain’t hand of God, this ain’t Maradona
If you say my name it’s a Mexicana
Don’t forget to pray to the black Madonna
If you throw me shade, I don’t want no wahala
Keke uber split blur, this here got the water
Iche Igo auto, I no drive Toyota
Then I bust on you, well I gon’ make you suffer
Ya, on some estates
All my shit tight like braids
I’ma exfoliate, serve a whole lotta face
I got expensive taste
I done have girls and lost my pay-
The way I used to walk the grade
Let me concentrate, lemonade
I don’t wanna be a fool, here tonight meeting you
Who is gon’ break the news when I’m drunk and confused?
Everyday I go stress
Babylon take my way breath
Bag it all in my chest
Invest and re-brand
I don’t want no mistakes
I don’t want no regrets
I don’t wanna see this baby
I don’t want shady friends
Whole game on my back, might stand tall like Shaq
Platinum plaques on my backboards like pressure I went through tag
Use my intellect, I don’t get used by internet
Built my pyramid then built my ladder to success
Y’all, many men, 50 Cent
Either get rich or die tryin’
Give a chance
Steady hands
Never sweat under the spotlight
Make it use dub, that’s lifestyle
And I got bars like sunlight
Press, push, ANC looting
They looting
Give me my piece of pie
Where is my piece of mind?
Francois Pienaar ’95
Asiphuze
You cannot stop these vibes
Song Credits:
Composition & Lyrics
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Composer • Lyricist
Kiernan Forbes
Composer
Thato Lloyd Madonsela
Composer
Production & Engineering
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Producer
Sources
Sound African Recordings