LYRICS: AKA – Mr Perfect ft. Yanga Chief & Grandmaster Ready D
[Intro]
Ayoburr
Here we go
[Chorus: AKA]
Thinking to myself, what’s the reason that I even started making music in the first place
Only thing I needed was some petrol money
Little mami and a fake gold chain
Do you ever look yourself inside a mirror?
God forgive me for my old mistake
Your holy spirit flowing in me like a river
Saint John
King James (Yebo)
Pro Kid (Yebo)
Lebron James (Yebo)
K. Forbes (Yebo)
Bruce Wayne (Yebo)
I got the jacket with the Michael Jackson zipper
Moonwalk
Champagne (Yebo)
[Verse 1: AKA]
Ekse!
It’s time to look alive
Fuck a Insta-live
All of that drip in your closet, but you can’t go outside
Who you gon’ show it to? You can’t go to Taboo
This ain’t no carnival, niggas is vulnerable
You can depend on Vetkuk-Mahoota the rent is due
You need a miracle
I go to Woolworths, come back and feel terrible
It’s easy to stay home
When you ain’t gotta deal with no domestic abuse
Please count your blessings
Don’t be complaining about your Wi-Fi connection
Don’t pay attention to them brand influencers
They can’t do jack shit because, influenza
I can’t relate cause of the standards I put in place
You taking us backwards
I like your beats but all your lyrics is plastic
There’s only one Kiernan Jarryd
Ohh you blowin’ up?
Fantastic
[Bridge: AKA]
Thinking to myself, what’s the reason that I even started making music in the first place
Only thing I needed was some petrol money
Little mami and a fake gold chain (Yebo)
I got the jacket with the Michael Jackson zipper (Yebo)
Moonwalk (Yebo)
Champagne (Yebo)
All this competition turned me to a killer (Yebo)
Stay solid (Yebo)
Bill Gates (Yebo)
[Verse 2: AKA]
You know this ain’t my first rodeo
I don’t show love but my photographer Romeo
End of the month, lean on your boy like a Quad
You come up short like it’s polio
Spending your dough
Your nose looking like pinocchio
Romany-Creams
That’s my portfolio
That was the shit before we heard about Oreo
These type of treats on the reserve for the older folks
You know you gotta get Santi on a lean
How many sugars?
That’s how it is
Go boil the kettle
Take care of the kids
My baby you deserve a gold medal
Rose petal, the finer things
[Chorus: AKA]
Thinking to myself, what’s the reason that I even started making music in the first place
Only thing I needed was some petrol money
Little mami and a fake gold chain
Do you ever look yourself inside a mirror?
God forgive me for my old mistake
Your holy spirit flowing in me like a river
Saint John, King James, Pro Kid, Lebron James, K. Forbes, Bruce Wayne
I got the jacket with the Michael Jackson zipper
Moonwalk, champagne
[Verse 3: Yanga Chief]
Shampopo, my closet need more Gucci-Dior-go
Since timely put my face on the logo
It’s Yanga when he off the gologo
Where I’m at it’s a no go
Sure Pop
Ma-Cherry ndisawabambe nge-ncoko
They tryna’ profit of my hustle in short forth
Training just to fight with the po-po
I’m started looking something like Tompo
Sending love to magogo
If I don’t make it they gon’ send me to Polsmor
We-Forbes
Super villain of course
Heavy with the women siyabaphilisa Nkosi
Love me when I’m winning that’s a gift and a curse
But she don’t fuck with liquor but she sippin’ the purp
I need a rollie and a mansion for the week
Bryanston, let me live
Never had assistance so I did it for myself
Man in the mirror you’re movie time show
[Chorus: AKA]
Thinking to myself, what’s the reason that I even started making music in the first place
Only thing I needed was some petrol money
Little mami and a fake gold chain
Do you ever look yourself inside a mirror?
God forgive me for my old mistake
Your holy spirit flowing in me like a river
Saint John, King James, Pro Kid, Lebron James, K. Forbes, Bruce Wayne
I got the jacket with the Michael Jackson zipper
Moonwalk, champagne
