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Oro aye oro aye
Son of black praying mother
Ghetto boy Dyna ahn ahn ye

When I keep quiet no mean say me self no get sense
I try to clinch dem tell

Na na now I been 

Pushin' precious people to da side think I need my peace

Party pieces picked up on my side spent a couple Gs

Played my self so

money yo eh eh
Efi won le make them vex oo
Now I'm calculating my Kudi Eeh eh o ah
This life na one man for him self
You don't have to wait you gotta

do u Tanana
Baby Tanana come make we touchy body (make we touchy body)
Ur back na fire oh
E de enter my anya oh
Baby come make we touchy body (make we

cared nobody been text
I was alone I was facing my fear
Na only God been Dey by ma syd
If no be God I for don pie
So me I Dey burn my loud
I thank jah say

na back seat sedí youngstar (to som ja)

Počuvam svoje tracky som proud of my self (na seba hrdý)
Oni domna kopú a robia zo mňa nulu ako su oni sami

Me and you forever
No Dey waste my time
Me and you forever
No Dey waste my time
Forever till we die
I be by your side no go switching Sides
Even when

use to do things by my self at all cost
Make nobody tell me how to lie at all cost
Tell all this bitches Dey are making noise

See everybody won hear me

kingdom come
So i go vibe till thy kingdom come
You know as e be before
I say life na turn by turn
Them say we no dey go church
Them say we be child

Rakshasanna vadhayla
June vichaar gadayla
Majhya aatmela jhadayla
Depression kadhayla
Bol na mag kay mhntos
Chitre kase rangatil
Mitra jar aagach nahi tujhya

Tinder babies
Boy im matching all these Tinder babies

Yenko kozo you can take some photos
I land this baby by my side and she looks like a model
Shes self

people pariwo pe
Na the henny na the rosé
Them go leave you by yourself say make you carry go
Bobo no go die unless to ba darugbo.


But them no believe in

toripe (E Dey cause slow mo)

It’s been long on the way

Mama keep telling me koripe( Oh no)

Am pushing my P by my self

And I’m doing my shii on a low

choke
Show me the road, to go
As you no wan go oh
Tell me the plan at hand
And I don Dey go oh

Na she dey make me dey rap of key
Anytime she walk by I

the circle  that's my head isa void yeah I'm trippin (Wooo!)
Let me hit this fully ground up good shit straight from da ground yup na na ain't no round up

eh eh
It hightunex on the beat Emini breb oshe
It hightunex on  the mix ahh omo na gratitude
This is my gra gra gratitude o

Song written by Abejide

ain’t no EZ pass
Faster by the minute, I’m passing by the limit, but ain’t no way you’ll see me crash
I’ll treat y’all like bad drivers on the GSP

understand my self any time i
Dey spend the cash!
If she pass you must to turn, and you go kick stone
She's very very hot, like kerosine stove
She tell me say

never shoot you with my eyes
Never stab you by surprise, this shit should be do or die
But you choose to snoop or lie, so I chose the Snoop and high

punks how to murder 
Put on your ski mask and turn the beef into burgers
This is the biggest merger, a self made corporation
Highest earner by default

wanna  
Don the ski mask of the robbers (Frantz Fanon) 
As if I'm not already seen as bad by the coppers (Homage) 
That's like parents being raised by

committed  
To knowing what we've emitting illuminates the vision 
Precision of thoughts is awareness of the self 
Not selfish discerning what truly can not

Die son, die son
Jy maak alles blom
Selfs 'n winter by die see
Sal jy 'n straal verleën

Andersoms bly als maar fokken dom
Hul kan skree soos wat hul

this?
I grew up on shit like Rakim, KRS-One, Ice Cube, Redman
Scarface, 3K, Jay, Nas, Pac, nigga
Biggie Smalls, nigga! Hip-Hop, nigga
I know alotta niggaz