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Lyrics



Touchline - Self Made Lyrics



chorus
Two words, self made
Mauthesha every single day
'Cause you want it in a bad way
Ah 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
Ah, 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 signed a contract on my terms
Ain't no record label that I won't curve
Abaculi aba-baeie 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
Ang'yazi 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 mine
Self made is one word actually
But what is grammar in rapper streets
We ran the streets like six athletes
Who cant 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 practicing
I'm 'bout to blow, I need handkerchief
Yeah, smokol, 'cel ubabheke bangaucontrol-i
Emakasana sbali and asina ngeplan-e
Anafak' 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
Mauthesha every single day
'Cause you want it in a bad way
Ah 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
Ah, 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
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
No 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 us we keep excelling
? 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
Mauthesha every single day
'Cause you want it in a bad way
Ah 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
Ah, nou die las I'm on a rampage
'Cause I gotta get myself paid
My friends paid, my fam paid
Two words, self made