Lyrics:
fi ara weey
Hey mum your son is on the way
Hey sun your dad is doing great
Hey am coming to help you all
Am on ma studio cooking my album
Take it my
nice to the dyke, but that was my last try
And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz,
Abeg o)
To ba ko ile
Eni eleni eni sun beh
Ti mo ba ra benze o
Another person no go do convoy
As I Dey work I Dey pray
To the one weh Dey mighty
don't fuck around (Uh, uh)
Fuck around
One of my guys come and buck you down
Gun you down, shoot up your
Corner with a hundred rounds, yeah
The sound
guys
They don't wanna battle me
They stomach filled with' butterflies
You can't label my music as just "urban"
I touch a lot of people
Like I'm preachin'
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
bouncing ball and get back back up
But now I got the back up
Everything Confam we thank God everybody loving the single
They say this guy you dey sing o
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
typical in any way though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea Valium
So buy a bucket
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
need some goggles to taste
They ain't a G.O.A.T. like C, they ain't a G.O.A.T. like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put 'em in the sun
Of the pigeons fly by
Flying so high
Up in the sky
You already know bro
The Suns bout to go yo
For real
What is the deal
Flapping like the seal
Just like Bradly
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
the redeemer (famous statue of Christ in Rio De Janeiro)
O sol nascente - the rising sun
Salvador - capital of Bahia (North of Brasil)
Nas Gerais - Minas
and the chest of drawers are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time, he said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick
start tellin' you can
Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with
and I
I go far do you wanna vibe
Flow so sick loud gotta capitalize
Do not disturb and I slide and decline
We stay up till the sun come by
Feel too lit
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Won ni won fe pamiiiii
Kon ri mi shey iba fun mi baami o
I've been blеssed by you
(god) I've been blessed by you
I've been blessed by you
(god) I've
home
Since one o'clock in the morning
I've been waking up every hour or so, looking at the CNN TV glow
Came home, opened my email
My friend Kevin
think I will forget that day
I'm the lion and you're the prey
I'm an up and coming artist, I'm on my way
When I speak y'all need to obey
Guys the album is
this vibe from a guy
I thought he was funny and nice when he tried
He talked to me kind which took me by surprise
I said wait, come closer, let me see
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