Don’t you know the devil started out as an angel?
Talking loud, busy walking ‘round with a halo
You can’t pull up to the pearly gates with the Range Rove’
Last supper make a reservation for a table

Ego, that’s the root of all evil
Either I can ball or I can hire more people
They said you gon’ fall
Is it my fault not every man is born equal? (That’s perfect)

Man, fuck a lazy promoter
You should be checking for culture vultures with shady personas
You should be saying “Y’all the reason they paying me a bonus.”
Instead they saying “Can y’all go 'head and take me a photo?”
What’s the game plan? I’m a made man, if you ain’t fam
Don’t go reaching for the bottle with your lame ass
It’s a train smash
But I don’t wanna act like I’m from the Cape Flats so bounce ASAP
You ain’t telling lies you be telling double stories
Dollar signs got my whole design dripping saucy
Been a long time since I bought a kick at SportScene
Sunday morning it’s a vibe, Wilson B. Nkosi (Let’s go)
6 by 9, for the brand new (Ishu)
Slide it by for the homie
It’s a vibe, for the chart
Five fire flame emoji

Don’t you know the devil started out as an angel?
Talking loud, busy walking ‘round with a halo
You can’t pull up to the pearly gates with the Range Rove’
Last supper make a reservation for a table

Ego, that’s the root of all evil
Either I can ball or I can hire more people
They said you gon’ fall
Is it my fault not every man is born equal? (That’s perfect)

Masambe, masambe, masambe siye eMonti
Masambe siye eMonti
Masambe siye eMonti
Ubambe, bambe, bambe ntoni
Umbambe ntoni
Upush’ ubhaka, ubhak’ weskolo

Heyi mani uthini na lo?
When I pull in that Porsche
Damn saddle up my nigga
Let’s settle the score
Bring out the horse
I got a voice, it opened doors
Pass me the aux
Only nigga flowing fanakalo
You still at mama crib, you still doing chores
Got the Midas touch man I got the gold
Guarding on me just to secure the fall
Yeah ba no mona, it’s not my fault
Touch of a wall, they run for rewards
Don't fuck with the fame thing
Baba we maintain
Down with the gang, gang
Down with the gang, gang
(They wilding) But the phone don’t ring
But the phone don’t ring
(They dialing) But the phone don’t ring
But the phone don’t ring
A nigga be banked up
A nigga be ganged up
I hope you prayed up
Don’t come with the same stuff
Why they told on me? Why they told on me?
Why they told on me? Why they told on me?

Don’t you know the devil started out as an angel?
Talking loud, busy walking ‘round with a halo
You can’t pull up to the pearly gates with the Range Rove’
Last supper make a reservation for a table

Hallelujah, say something
In the kitchen cooking with the apron
Bread winner, bring home the bagels
It's bad women on my taste buds

Masambe, masambe, masambe siye eMonti
Masambe siye eMonti
Masambe siye eMonti
Ubambe, bambe, bambe ntoni
Umbambe ntoni
Upush’ ubhaka, ubhak’ weskolo