Touchline – Self Made lyrics

[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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"