Lyrics For Own 2020 By Youngstacpt
Is mos 2020 now nuh, yoh
I wanna own 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35
Ygen
verse 1
I don’t need to own 2020 ’cause I own it already
I’m the artist of the century, don’t ask me or correct me
I wrote a song at the start of December
So if your heart isn’t lekker
Then you should rather surrender
No my album isn’t diamond but I’m shining like De Beers
22 track solo made the album of the year (whoo)
Saluta’s to Nadia, Tshego, Big Hash and Flame
Touchline, Truth, Dee Koala, 25K
I could mention more names but it might be too early
‘Cause everybody that’s competing for the title ain’t worthy
You see I’m slipping in my closet ’cause my dripping is aquatic
I could’ve went to college instead I became historic
A skollie and a scholar, terminating Sarah Connor
To serve the Western Province will forever be a honor
I’ve been doing it for Kaapstad, the real Kaapstad
The ouens raak kwaad ’cause the kinnes smaak us
Dames, you look flawless
Let’s take a long trip to Hermanus
Cupid love gun I’m shooting the arrow
She asks me Youngin When You Gonna Rap On Ama Piano
Ek sê huh, Wat girl, Wag girl
Koel af girl, Allah gat jou straf girl
Take it from a triple OG boss player
My oupa, who told me fuck Steve Hofmeyr
Kom Kuier like the magazine
We can have cuisine
Bounce on my trampoline
And shake it like a tambourine
Get on your hands and knees
We gonna need aqua screen
Her majesty getting lit like it’s paraffien
I’m not a blesser go sneeze with your allergies
But I be knocking out the dents like I panel beat
Pull up your pantyhose girl this is a family show
Crazy Arabian and I can see your camel toe
I see a lot of rappers on a power trip
Switching up like a Eskom power grid
They try hard to be large but they sim cards
They sub-par with the bars I’m a vinyard
Getting you gesuip on a bell
What kak is this on TV broer I’m changing the channel
I must warn you kinda like a snake when it rattles
I’ve evolved far from a homosapien mammal
I am very committed so your energy shifted
You might call the song wack but I already delivered
Because I always take a lesson
No L did I lose
And if you sleeping on me, sleep well have a snooze
I dove into punani woke up and drove a Bugatti
My bru wys me, tell me who’s doper than Yaatie
Love me for me, R&B I’m quoting Jamali
Own 2020 this will be the only finale
I made so many songs and I still have a lot to say
With these punch lines
The whole year is Boxing Day
On a plate leftovers in the fridge
You praise Pablo Escobar I did it for Rashid
For Ishaan and the rest of the ouens that isn’t saam
Lost to the violence like we living in Iran
I’m bringing bag chivalry, expanding possibilities
Pushing for positivity, using our creativity
Open our own businesses, we let the kids join
Teach them about currency as if it’s bitcoin
Saluta’s to the known and all the unknown rappers
You’ll never be me naaiers, write your own chapters
I was the main ou before I made the song with Kiernan
So I don’t think the competition knows they’re being beaten
Compliments of the season to you and your family
This the last OWN song now I hope you’re happy
chorus
I was on my own, I was in my zone
You would try to hate on me and do it from your phone
On your marks get set ready steady go
Going once, going twice, 2020 sold
I was on my own, I was in my zone
Following myself and you just doing what you’re told
Rest in peace to Nipsey roll a J we gettin’ stoned
Going once, going twice, 2020 sold
I wanna own, own, own, own, own
(20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20)
(Kaapstad naaier)
I wanna own, own, own, own, own
(20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20)
(Kaapstad naaier)
I wanna own, own, own, own, own
(20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20)
(Kaapstad naaier)
I wanna own, own, own, own, own
(20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20, 20)
(Kaapstad naaier)
(Own 2020, I’ma own 2020, own 2020)
2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0
(I’ma own 2020, I’ma own 2020, own 2020)
2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0
(I’ma own 2020, own 2020, own 2020)
2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0 2.0
Word life, to be the king was my birth right
On the road to riches
Robbing hikers on a dirt bike
Only steal your heart
So you don’t have to clutch your purse tight
You tried to write how I write
But didn’t realise my words bite
I’m flowing like a burst pipe
You’re talking to the sensei
Fuck a free feature, the starting price is 10k
And by the time you download the song and you press play
You’ll realise YoungstaCPT own the decade