uh
I don't know if it's like inspiration or the preasure
This is real
Tired of rapping bout' 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
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
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 Imma stay real, 'til I make real money
