Tired of rapping about things I don't have

Can I share a little truth

Oh where's my manners

May I paint a picture in this booth

My name is Cassper

Yeah, I ain't a king, I've been to school

Since missing school with wicked dudes who used to tell me that my lyrics smooth

They were robbing innocent rich people

Can you blame them

They told me I should chase my dream in order to save them

They told me if I could make it out

I could show all the kids that it's possible to make it count

I'd be a role model

My name would be celebrated

Cassper Nyovest, got in the room and meditated

I knew that it was possible, calculating obstacles

The only thing I lack was patience like empty hospitals

Should I, should I do it

Man I could beat the books, no report

My hood is filled with crooks, and no support

Bare success ke tla e peleta

Since binnekant

But being good to those who bad to you builds character

Strive, strive to get what you want

Strive, strive to get what you want

I can't wait 'til we on

I can't wait 'til we on

Now I'm out here

Couple of initial hits

I'm trying to feed mouths here

Not touch your precious tits (hey)

You on the couch there

Ska tlo ijwetsa hier

Moving from the hood to the burbs ain't the best of it

Time and again I'm seen as lucky

Capo e ka nna paki, gore ga ise ke etse zaka

Maar ba oketsega boCuzie, bomalome mang-mang

Bo hey, ne ke go leira, not to be rude

But honestly ga ke go cave space-a

Where were you when I was squatting at Diece's house

Dikoloto di pile-a te meer not a bietjie huh

I had to hide when our father came, he ra di ira

'Til I was accepted with open arms ke nna kwa lapeng

And now I'm about to get my own place, I'll do it my own race

To hell with popularity, me, I got my own taste

Almost did the two chains, just to get too paid

But I'ma stay real, 'til I make real money

Strive, strive to get what you want

Strive, strive to get what you want

I can't wait 'til we on

I can't wait 'til we on