I speak the same language with the angels

There's something so divine inside my body that sustains me

Makes me humble

Makes me stronger

When I feel like giving up

It makes me hold on a bit longer

I speak the same language with the angels

At best I am a messenger

Divine interpretation

I'm the weapon formed against the weapons that were formed against y'all

I showed the stone to David

"Bump me Tshego Santana"

That's the type shit I like

"Tshego Santana"

"Mhmm"

"Okay"

I am born again

This that new me you can't fuck with

Yes

I'm born again

I survived the storm again

I survived the storm again

I walked out the lion's den

Do better

Stand up

Get up

Shesha

Do better

Stand up

Get up

Shesha

I'm born again

I survived the storm again

I survived the storm again

I walked out the lion's den

Do better

Stand up

Do

Do

Do

Do

Now this my testimony you bitch ass ****

You need people like me to point your fucking fingers

At and say yeah

That's the abstract artist

Man's cut from old vintage cloth

Like Pepe Jean

Told my uncle fuck a degree

And how he looked at me

Is how I look at **** he ba mpotsa nonsense

He ba mpotsa matjila

Vtsek

Satlo mpotsa matjila

Trust fund baby boy

Nekele sfofu

22 years old

Fuck a girl brains out

Ke mo fetole mkhovu

I could make a good girl stout'u

Cause lenna ke stout mos'

Back home when they asking me ke rapelang modimo o feng

To have this kinda motion?

Divine discipline and focus

Bona

Do better

Stand up

Get up

Shesha

Trill say I should come up with a name for my fan base

Something like the "Lalas"

But fuck that

Cause we don't sleep

Kvl Suave more delusional than me

He believes in our thing more than I believe in our thing

When I say "if we make it"

He says "when"

Like this shit was written

That shit got put in a folder

Like that shit got stamped

Side bitches

Di nshapela Sunday kos

I drop this tape on Sunday for my **** who can't make it home cause the trap is demanding

Santana o tlao shapela Sunday kos

Vuka malambane

My **** eat for survival

Kenale beke ke ja fela skhambane

Akena leya di data bundle

Cabane le mamase

A re hao consistent

Ao banna

Mmao keyo o ntsipela leetlho

Wink wink

Take over the country like Cyril owes me money

Like he owes me a fortune

I been on a spectrum

Since I was a young boy blasting Drake in my bedroom

Dad walking in like

"Mokgatla ao fokotse volume"

Kgale lefatshe le re tiba

Toro tsame di ntwantsa le masika

Toro tsame diang tshosa

Toro tsame diang tsosa

I'm not sixteen or seventeen

I'm not the same jit that thought

Gender equality

Meant hitting a woman back if she hit me

Wink wink

I know my raps make me seem like I'm God's gift to earth

And I am

But like I'm really down to earth

Moshate werk