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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" 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"
Writer(s): Karen Fairchild, Jimi Westbrook, Natalie Hemby, Jedd Michael Hughes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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