Station Lyrics – Gregory Mfeka
Singer: Gregory Mfeka
Title: Station
Station
Hook
I see you running but i see no progress my n#gg# you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
Stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
It’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
Cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n#gg# from newlands the west/
I be spitting heat on the mic, like the burning bush in the night/
I just wanna reach 29, god level status on the rise/
I ain’t no average joseph nah, i’mma say my hail mary’s right/
I ain’t no average joe nah…/
It’s cold outside, and bodies lay ten fold outside, and more graves for the poe outside/
You know they tryna overthrow outside but who am i to voice the sh#t i see on this beat tonight/
My blood boils when i wit-ness my-kind, trick-scam-mislead a whole nation/
Oh sh#t just duck before it turns to a duck hunt game more cartridges arrive if you lеak more game/
Hook
I see you running but i see no progress my n#gg# you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
Stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
It’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
Cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n#gg# from newlands the west/
Versе
I’m hoping i get rich, i know i’m bout to make it big/
Back and forth thoughts in the mix, back and forth doubting my shit/
I’m bout to open catacombs decimate your top 44/
Back in service with this type flow, got you bumpin’ like a 64’/
Impala with the ‘draulics and a hoe, night time then she hit the road/
Mama still wanna walk on shore, sands of maui visions what i hope/
Want my n#gg# ted hittin’ thieves, a hunnid times you know what i mean/
I forever rep eve, to entertain you eternally/
First verse i was tryna show, possibilities on spitting gold/
On a beat and energy like this, your ice watch ain’t gon’ cool the soul/
Of kids tight gripped by devil, you el diablo el fuego n#gg#/
Hook
I see you running but i see no progress my n#gg# you buggin’ no cap and that’s facts/
Stuck on your trojans i guess your position is open to all of these cats and that’s facts/
It’s time that we bring out these raps feelin’ like panga machetes/
Cut throat and an arm and a leg best beware of the n#gg# from newlands the west/
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