Sometimes it gets complicated but i\'m never giving up;

When I trip I get up i\'m always keeping my chin up;

I learnt to do some shit myself cos I got tired of reaching out;

Gave this music bizz my all cos I ain\'t got nothing to lose.

Hand writing\'s complicated, teachers thought it\'s hyroglifs;

Had to focus on myself tryna get a clearer pic;

I wonder what my future holds if only I could take a peek;

I know there\'s growth that overflows that means more blessings for my peeps;

Facing problems big as mountains but I always reach the peak;

I just love it when my listeners get inspired when I spit;

I aspire to be different ngiyenz\' owile avuke aqine;

Sending love to all the real one\'s who can tell me when I trip;

Cos i\'m, open to learning new things and using the lessons as tools;

To fix all that\'s broken inside, when staging i\'m owning the both;

They love when i\'m spitting the truth, thats all that i\'m vocal about;

I\'ve been through the storms and the rain;

On the hustle tryna make it rain in rands;

Momma told me get away from the rain but I couldn\'t cos it camoumaflaged my tears;

I\'ve been through the storms and the rain;

On the hustle tryna make it rain in rands;

Momma told me get away from the rain but I couldn\'t cos it camoumaflaged my tears;

I\'ve wiped sme tears on my face, things ain\'t just going my way;

I never stopped pushing hard, I put my faith in God\'s hands;

I know my fans love me good, they stream when I drop a hit;

Get all the cash, feed my family, swear the mission is clear;

I live for a purpose, pushing, popping, pulling sme stunts;

Provoking myself, put pressure when I pick up the pen;

Perplexing the fans, got plans to put Pun on the map;

Persuing the dream, i\'m pushing till they paying the kid;

The peace that I seek is picky, you must have a pure heart;

I\'m peased to be pacing, pushing hard, harder than pavements;

To get all the payments, promoting pure love when i\'m painting;

Please pass me a canvas, ngizophusha, ng\'press(e), ngiphande, ngize ngipope;

Put pleasure in picking on me, while i polish the pistol;

They popping some pills, women love pouncing on penis;

It\'s called prostitution, when they pay peanuts for pleasure of pussy;

Promoting my craft, when they pay me they give me some props;

I\'ve been through the storms and the rain;

On the hustle tryna make it rain in rands;

Momma told me get away from the rain but I couldn\'t cos it camoumaflaged my tears;

I\'ve been through the storms and the rain;

On the hustle tryna make it rain in rands;

Momma told me get away from the rain but I couldn\'t cos it camoumaflaged my tears;