(Intro)
He's out here talking bout the past y'all
You don't understand what's happening here
I'm in God mode nowadays son
I had to drop 12 mixtapes , a bunch of singles and a couple EPs before I made my debut album
I would say that I was afraid of the outcome
But I always believed that I'd make it to the highest mountain and I'd conquer
I've got a lot to offer, I mean
Who you know can jump on uTatakho then turn around and make a Lebala
Kapa Saka
Flowing like the Migos ka di adlib tsa Wakka Flakka with the effortless vernac ya Khuli Chana
This kid's a monster, mare still, ba rata ha ntse ba imaza
Stige Lebaka, bare leina laka la ba qhaza
But that's as far as it goes, can't even get a hala on them socials o bontshe bafana bana hore wa ntlala
But ema pele, when did I become this type of brother
The type who's looking for validation from others
You were always the loner in the corner ha ntse ba phapha
So much so that ha bao bona ba nahana hore wa ba tshaba
Lona la dlala
I've studied the industry and it's safe to say I'm getting smarter
Ke le shebile and I'm realizing hore for lona being yourself is getting harder
Pardon me, I don't participate in cops and robbers
I'd rather focus on my goals like I'm Bernard Parker
Fake niggas, like what Timone and Pumba did to the phrase ha gona mathata
Akhuna Mathada
Le re tlwaela mawatha
Ene ha re ditlatla
Ey, but I get it
American influence got us begging for dividends
That's the mecca, the literal set of standards
If they accept you then vele you're killing it
That's why we fiend for the life, even if it's a little bit
Re dipekenene, bickering over the little things
Like are the rappers still legit or are the yanos killing it
Conversations about authenticity and patriotism got the rappers in this country feeling like they're hypocrites
But is it really worth it
Fighting amongst ourselves, is it really working
Got me looking in the mirror, am I really perfect
But then I step outside and realize the industry is full of clowns like looking at a mini circus
Miss me with all the pretty verses
I take shots at every single one of you inside the city lurking
Bloem city serial killer, the city's burning
And if you thought I was behind it, this is me confirming
You were right all along
But don't go thinking you're the reason why I'm writing this song
I would never hit the booth to shoot at you from a far
I'd rather see you face to face to tell you that you're a fraud
Impersonating real niggas making a mark
Just to get a couple likes and retweets from dibari
Two seconds of fame that'll be gone by tomorrow
We're CEOs this side, ask them who's incharge
O tlo utlwa bare ke Lebaka
Started from the bottom tryna
I promised I would never use that line until I pop, but
Fake it till you make it, watch me knock it out the park
Everything I put on Distrokid is from the heart
Just so Spotify can get a portion of the art
ITunes gets a percentage of everything I drop
I need about a thousand streams to get a single dollar
But ha ke lwane, this is just a train of thought
Ha ke lwane, this is just a train of thought
Mama always told me to go after what I want
So I'ma go and get it with my niggas irregardless
BlaqForce Mafia is where I'm gonna start
Blood, sweat and tears all dripping from the boy
Pops, can you tell that your boy is working hard
I know that you're smiling looking at me from above
(Outro)
It's all love
It's all love
Don't you love it when a plan comes together
It's all love
It's all love
It's all love
