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in the sunshine  invisible
People used to say that streets ti takeover but the waits over
This shit or sure to make you shift your plate over
Food for

usually go the easiest
Yo, the flow repeated itself, I hope you're reading this

Cooking up using only homegrown ingredients
My people hate the status quo,

been tryin' to focus, but I get lost in a fever
Yeah all my pain is off the meter
So I get higher than the ether
Cause I'm afraid to play the game, but

a cleanse
Got rid of people that stalled my career
I never tried to stunt on my peers
I feel that we working better as near
Give them respect
Call the connect

follow my plan
I'm a legend baba fela
Got a shrine in ikeja
And the shows in abuja
Bigger than coachella
I'm the best in Africa
Number one kalakuta
People

Shine, let Him shine on me, running a race to the prize, so the eyes on me
I can't never go back to the past
Cause I'm raising the meter
Man that

Get up 6 in the morning
Don't pop my head out till around 10
Because all the beautiful people
Don't rise up till around then
Peer out blacked out

the people, the world, the youth
By the heart, like my name, Uncle Drew
Finna cook a fuck, nigga, like some stew
Beatin' on your chicken like your name Peter

everyday

In his eyes there's nothing to hide 
Cause transparent is his past 
And transparent is his last old rail

Each 3 meters, he spit and he scared

She cool people, but not my cup of tea
Nothing to me, money means something to me
You wit me then all of us eat
Bon apptit
On pussy money weed

Ha, yes, moving out west, the people looking at us cause they know what we finesse, looking
At the script but you know it is a mess, they stopping

the meter
Sharp as the beak of an eagle, you're meeting your equal
It's over, no need for a sequel
Weak and you're feeble, believe me, I'm evil
Disease is

on any meter
He act scary, but he sound pussy, yeah that boy a cheetah, damn
All these other rappers really got no bag, but my shit made of burlap
Niggas

about a bitch
She gone
She gone
She a eater, a soul peeper
Got 4 liter told her drink up
He cant keep up
I'm 4 meters no Fifa
She picture perfect a Mona

nosy
Curious eyes see curious ends
Bend that corner, show you how these people love to live
And never walk with a nigga always worried about where

the electric meter,
It was running low, and,
Mummy asked me to,

Make sure it was topped up,
Before the evening,

I was fifteen, or sixteen then,

I ran out

plan on leaving them dead, I teeter and tot if I took it leave
Them balancing dread, the meter is hot but I'm fluid, prove my talents again, this nigga

keeps I won't ever see a fall
They been plotting on my steez I ain't giving out no sauce
I been thinking about my future and the people I want involved
Is

começo a desinteressar-me

Não tenho paciência, eu sei que vou meter nojo,
Enquanto falares de problemas, eu falo do meu air force novo
Mas depois disto

drowning under terrible weather 
Meeting cool people but you were our tether
So I stay soaked in the room of umbrellas 
The sun is drown out clouds cast

na me
My call back
Ma say 
Me na name	

Make i greet my people 
Im singing my thin
Mi ma say my thing 
Ama say

If them  one come
I go show them bars

hella

First grade, second grade, new people, same teachers both years
Most days were blessed days, I wanna go here
Third grade puppet shows, fourth grade

TAKE THIS BACON I BEEN SAVIN'
MAYBE YOU'LL MAKE IT INNATELY IF YOUR PEOPLE AIN'T ENSLAVED
PEEP GAME ON MY LADY FATE CUZ' SHE BE CONSTANTLY CHANGIN'

OH

comes to grinding we ready burning like fire
Ambitiously focus on this journey  to acquire

Many people know sey me na leader
Just Dey try to get