Slate The Great - The Diary Of A Mad Man

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Hola, Hola Mfethu
This the life I live like c'est la vie
I'll fly my mom to telavive
Niggaz couldn't tell the vision
Told em watch me carefully
I'm gon be on television
They gon know me globally
All these niggaz chasing clout
Slate The Great is chasing dreams
Dreams to build a legacy
Make sure I got my family safe
Eating off my audio tapes
Visions so vivid, man my dreams are all in 4k
Clart the game no foreplay, I run this business my way
I ain't signing deals, I'm dodging labels, moving sideways
Can't allow these randoms, only family eat off my plate
Hating on the gram, but turn to fans, when they see my face
These two-faced scallywags
Flexing on my story so the hating niggaz see me brag
Hate me for success,man ezintwana zindlel indlala
Andisa beefi nezintwana, ndthatha ntloko ndifaka isigqala
When it comes to real rap, ekse, nguSlate lo uligqala
NguSlate uBhut omdala
NguSlate lo una mandla to raise the bar and bring the level to a greater standard
Passed it on to see if they could handle but they couldn't manage
This the Diary of a Mad Man, they're temporary like spray tans
Kukhale esam isiginci, make the hating niggaz breakdance
Let's get it

Written by:
Yibanathi Slate

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