Meanwhile in Irene

I do not need no more stress 
Swear that I signed me a deal with Nike the way I be signing these Cheques 
I be smoking that weed, gas in that polo whenever I’m riding with X
All my intentions be set
Look at the clique that i rep
Swear that I’m repping these boys 
Till my last breath
You playin checkers
I’m on the board playing chess
If I’m in the wrong then I confess
My depositions I do not detest 
I learn from my actions 
And pass me my test
Lost some of my homies 
As I followed This quest 
But bought me the Louis 
Just for the flex
Got me a new key
Just got my ex
This how I reply when she send me a text 

Like I
I don’t need you
I won’t keep you
Your lies, their so see thru
I don’t need you

Truckboy be poppin he coming up next 
They ain’t even heard me 
But I swear I’m the best
I’m just preparing and anticipating what’s end of my quest
Will you guys my the goat
Hoping the music goin keep me a float 
Just being grateful that I got a home 
And i me phone that my lyrics be on
You on my mind as I’m making this song 

Thinking I 
I don’t need you
I won’t keep you
Lies, their so see thru
I don’t need you

Know that I’m blessed 
To be on the road 
Drinking and partying
And tearing up shows
All of these people from over the world
Tappin in to hear that Truckboy flow
I’m used to this shit yeah I been here before
Now I’m evolving know I’m ready for more 
The money, the diamonds, the lights on the tour
Set me a stage and I’m taking the floor
I’m ready for action I’m always on go
Everything I touch turn to gold 
Can’t wait till I am 30 years old
When im sittin on top 
Sold a million songs
My nigga hungry 
And no ain’t funny
I’m killing your favorites
They all taste like hunny 
I’m filling the gaps 
Left by those here before me
Meanwhile on missions 
To my finish story 
Thinking what will I do 
When I get to the top?
Fly me to Paris and buy me yacht 
Open a club in my city, the spot 
Steady my wealth 
So I forever stay hot
If you know the story 
Better stick to the plot
Life isn’t fair 
Some grow and some rot
And others fall under 
More often then not 
I just thank god 
For the flows and the rhymes 
Im not in my prime 
But y’all straight on my shit like a coke line
All Tee’d up so I go for mines
Tell you all these stories like I’m Sunday Times
Seatbelt on I was born to ride 
Don’t gotta car
But I got the drive 
They goin call it homicide 
When all you Favorites 
Careers die

Thinking I 
I don’t need you
I won’t keep you
Lies, their so see thru
I don’t need you

I do not need no more stress 
Swear that I signed me a deal with Nike the way I be signing these Cheques 
I be smoking that weed, gas in that polo whenever I’m riding with X
All my intentions be set
Look at the clique that i rep
Swear that I’m repping these boys 
Till my last breath
You playin checkers
I’m on the board playing chess
If I’m in the wrong then I confess
My depositions I do not detest 
I learn from my actions 
And pass me my test
Lost some of my homies 
As I followed This quest 
But bought me the Louis 
Just for the flex
Got me a new key
Just got my ex
This how I reply when she send me a text 

Like I
I don’t need you
I won’t keep you
Your lies, their so see thru
I don’t need you

Meanwhile In Irene

I get in studio with all my feelings I’m going to pen it down
Moved away from the city 
Same jewel, different crown 
Hear a lot of bad news coming from the underground 
How the fuck we keep straight with people that  won’t come around
December I was seaside, chilling at beach the side, only when you turn your back they going to push you out your lime light
Passing thru red flags 
Leaving on the gaslight 
Till your gas on the decline
I’m not one for metaphors but I’m hoping you get it
Late nights on the grind and I swear I’mma get it
I just wish I wast there to see your face when you read this
And know it ain’t the same but I wrote it and sent it
I say hate to vent but rn I need me session 
Last time we spoke every word was a blessing
Don’t let my lifestyle send you the wrong messege
Wherever you at I pray you divinely protected 

Wait for me, I know you will
Wait for me, I love you still

Gina I was never in this for the hoes or attention 
Not the fame, not the clout nor the honor mentions
The music more like therapy that helps with depression 
And I like to monetize made that my shit profession 
Couple situations where I’m posed to be stressing 
Couple accusations that got me second guessing 
I ain’t finna say the name but shit rhyme with Benny 
As my head gets heated imma need me some henny 
I ain’t really gonna talk about it cause I told Ongama that I wouldn’t cause a fuss
Cause he know, I don’t know when enough is enough 
Plus what type of dude am I to let shawty keep the beef up 
She jus tryna taxi her way up to queen Latifa 
Anyways next line line
Told myself I gotta smoke this verse by lunch time

We went from touching and teasing 
To fighting and screaming 
I hate you I love you
No fuck you, I’m leaving 

She ain’t been the type to pop off at Gucci stores
But I’m that nigga that Diors whom I adore 
Golden dreams pulling up in em aventadors
Man they tried to lock me out
Boy I invented doors 
My accounting anticipating what my next may be 
Man I had dream told em I’d go overseas 
Man I realized it was stupid, make em niggas come to me
Cause I neva coming cheap
Need em beggin on they knees 
Listen 
I’m a man that enjoys all the simple pleasure 
Could have a milli in the bank but you still the treasure 
Every time I pop out I got that Tuscan leather 
And you out here looking hot like that LP weather
Now that I’m done talking I hope that you get it 
Only one way I could’ve sent you this message 
Receive it in love and good spirits shawty 
And when you opened and read it im hoping you’ll

wait4me

I’m in the spot, I’m attracting the crowd
Niggas goin hate it they sniffing around 
Hoping I’m capping, they ask themselves how 
Fancy be winning, they ask bout my route
Benzo 350, I did it in luxury 
So I couldn’t careless if you niggas don’t w fuck me
Balenciaga Jeans
And the shoes that’s a copp out 
Always with the gang know I’m in deep when I pop out

Go ask about me they call me moreki 
I chop up and eat up these verses for breakfast 
Niggas be corny I’m dodging they question 
My homestead be stable like I road Equestrian 
Dodging the club no I don’t need no drama
If I’m the club boy I’m making them commas
She got an ass and she fire for that 
But I don’t like her face so I fuck from the back 

I walk with the drip it’s the latest of fashion
me and my boy jiggy we eating your rashins 
Bad lil bitch, looked some like China 
Mozambique hoe and she feeling my designer 
Gucci, louis, Balenci - agas
Gotta keep it on cause the devil wears prada 
Y’all aint got no drive 
 you ain’t got no passion 
So Don’t ask no questions bout how we got it rappin

Doin the dash 
And Hitting fast
Gatas be scared
Cause Passing on red
No you cannot slow me down 
I’m like please 
Which younging you know 
Outchea got it like me 

Fancy be fancy that’s just how it is
Soft living, cocktails and joints at the crib
Niggas goin hate it when they say how I live 
Trust I me I know it they plot on the kid 
Fuck I know I live all in your head 
Fuck it I fuck on your Mrs instead 
Give her some dick then I get in that head

Tell me what you niggas really know about passion
I be on my grind, late night, straight action 
Almost lost my mic to a nigga that had shit
He on the same grind but he pulling these infractions 
I ain’t saying names I ain’t giving free promo 
On my kid cudi on my solo dolo 

We don’t wear jackets in winter cold
Point it at Lemo and I’m wiping your nose
Don’t pay attention to the stories you told 
Trust me if I did it , I did it, you’d know

 Work for the money I’m grinding I get it
Unstoppable draco I pull up and let it
 convo ain’t talking bout money stop talking 

I walk with the drip, it’s the latest of fashion
me and my boy jiggy we eating your rashins 
Bad lil bitch, looked some like China 
Mozambique hoe and she feeling my designer 
Gucci, louis, Balenci - agas
Gotta keep it on cause the devil wears prada 
Y’all aint got no drive and you ain’t got no passion 
So Don’t ask no questions bout how we got it rappin

Doin the dash 
And Hitting fast
Gatas be scared
Cause Passing on red
No you cannot slow me down 
I’m like please 
Which younging you know 
Outchea got it like me 

Fancy be fancy that’s just how it is
Soft living, cocktails and joints at the crib
Niggas goin hate it when they say how I live 
Trust I me I know it they plot on the kid 
Fuck I know I live all in your head 
Fuck it I fuck on your Mrs instead 
Give her some dick then I get in that head

Tell me what you niggas really know about passion
I be on my grind, late night, straight action 
Almost lost my mic to a nigga that had shit
He on the same grind but he pulling these infractions 
I ain’t saying names I ain’t giving free promo 
On my kid cudi on my solo dolo 

We don’t wear jackets in winter cold
Point it at Lemo and I’m wiping your nose
Don’t pay attention to the stories you told 
Trust me if I did it , I did it, you’d know

Work for the money I’m grinding I get it
Unstoppable draco I pull up and let it
If your convo ain’t talking bout money stop talking 

I walk with the drip it’s the latest of fashion
 Work for the money I’m grinding I get it
Unstoppable draco I pull up and let it
If your convo ain’t talking bout money stop talking me and my boy jiggy we eating your rashins 
Bad lil bitch, looked some like China 
Mozambique hoe and she feeling my designer 
Gucci, louis, Balenci - agas
Gotta keep it on cause the devil wears prada 
Y’all aint got no drive and you ain’t got no passion 
So Don’t ask no questions bout how we got it rappin

The Devil Wears Prada

3 AM In Miami (Prod by Tensei)

Written by: Mateo Makhubele.  

I be feeling nostalgic 
I’m the kings son 
Im modest 
6 ft 2 definitely 
Stepping farthest 
And i trust my wings
To fly me over to promise
Already told you bout my height
Man my run be the longest 
And all you want my head
Like you bought it at target 
And they say I’m gaining wait
It’s just hefty my pockets
Keep em pictures lockers
On the Low moving proper 
I don’t need me no doctor 
I just need me to prosper 

See I was learning my timetables around the time Mandela died 
Maybe that goin shine light around where my perspective lies
This pitiful country 
It’s a kleptocratic government 
Designed to keep the poor, poor
As the richer get richer 
Drowning in all they greed as our problems get bigger 
I look for peace in its entity
Look for peace in itscarcity 
See I’m looking for Change
Uncertain my fate
My Granny tell me to pray
And my momma tell me to wait 
Just give it some time 
And once again we’ll be great
Boy I’m the bullet barrel that shot at Kennedy 
I’m the sliver lining that’ll relieve you and tell bout remedies
Singing jingles down the street like we all moving sesame 

 But Who am I judge 
Guess we all got pain
Slaves to our wants got us locked up chains
We do it for love or we do it for fame 
And if you pay enough she goin fuck for change 
She was crying confused, looking for someone to blame
Domestic abuse, she wasn’t the same 
It took woman’s for change 
For a woman to change 


Life a circle and I’m spinning it ferris 
Y’all too much needa vacay in Paris 
Or maybe go to China as if I knew Therese Harris 
Just to take a break from those thinking ill perish 
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Tell them who the fairest

It was Young Mr Fancy
Thank God momma ain’t cop that Plan B
All perfect time it was just Gods Plan G

tHe CaR iS mIsSiNg.

Joburg-born. World-bound.
TruckBoyFancy is more than just a musician — he’s a storyteller with a mic, a vibe curator, and a product of South Africa’s golden hustle. From late-night freestyles to early-morning studio sessions, his sound blends raw emotion with sharp pen game and a beat selection that never misses.

Whether he’s dropping feel-good bops or unpacking real-life pain, every track is a page from the journey.
Real stories. Real soul. Real South Ah.

If you’re looking for music that hits different but feels familiar —
you just found it.

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