Self Made - Touchline

Mawuthesha every single day cause you want it in a bad way

Aah you run yourself, you’re going through the rat race

But you gotta get yourself paid, your friends paid, your fam paid

Two words «Self Made»

I remember nobody click-click-clicked on my fan page

Aah, nou die las I’m on a rampage

Cause I gotta get myself paid, my friends paid, my fam paid

Two words «Self Made»

I sign, a contract, on my terms

Ain’t no record label that I won’t curve

Abaculi aba baie been hurt

No words, can describe, how my mind works

And at least I write from the heart first

I’m a East side nigga with a hot verse

Every single time when they say «Touch works»

Ain’t nobody lying

Angazi ngicgine nin' uk’gidl' ekhaya

The rap game isn’t really kind

They don’t wanna see a little nigga fly

Success imminent, ignore idiots

I only got a million in mind

My predicament, Lord I’m sick of them

I only care about mines

«Self Made» is one word actually

But what is grammar in rapper streets?

We ran the streets like six athletes

Who can’t stand defeat, just sit back and see

These cats is weak

Their impact will either need help, or they should leave that to me

In fact you see, I’ve been practicin'

And I’m 'bout to blow, I need hankerchief

Yeah, smokol, 'cel ubabheke bangaucontrol-i

Emakasana sbali and asina ngeplan-e

Abafak' imali or no talk!

Watch the hands of time 'cause they don’t stop

Used to take the L like three O’clock

Now we got the cream, the aura

Please don’t look inside 'cause we on top

Yeah, Two words «Self Made»

Mawuthesha every single day cause you want it in a bad way

Aah you run yourself, you’re going through the rat race

But you gotta get yourself paid, your friends paid, your fam paid

Two words «Self Made»

I remember nobody click-click-clicked on my fan page

Aah, nou die las I’m on a rampage

Cause I gotta get myself paid, my friends paid, my fam paid

Two words «Self Made»

Yeah, all my pain is self inflicted

Ghetto kids' captain, self elected

How’d I get myself in this thing?

My self esteem makes me refer to myself as «Team», I’m many niggas

Self employed, got selfish instincts

Not self-absorbed, just self-invested

Just tryna carve myself in history

And now the kids want selfies with me

They all up in me, a young L.E.G.E.N.D

I’ve got love, these streets need plenty

I shall write and increase envy

Line by line, they see we’re deadly

Bye bye sir, you breathing heavy

I might come for a piece in every, single corner

In a coma, where you end up, if you think you’ll end me

All your stories deep, keep telling

As’nomona sidl' ikhemi

Nigas’cishi, please we begging

Hustlers up 'fore six ekseni

Ndod' ibamb' ipiki esfeni

Ntwana asngena nix ezweni

Defy odds, we keep excelling

These your thoughts? Well me I said it

Top five, but I can’t do what number one does, Okay

Top three, number one and two go under, Okay

Top two, never been my favourite number, Okay

Now I’m number one, that’s a beautiful come-up

Yeah, Two words «Self Made»

Mawuthesha every single day cause you want it in a bad way

Aah you run yourself, you’re going through the rat race

But you gotta get yourself paid, your friends paid, your fam paid

Two words «Self Made»

I remember nobody click-click-clicked on my fan page

Aah, nou die las I’m on a rampage

Cause I gotta get myself paid, my friends paid, my fam paid

Two words «Self Made»