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champion oh
Kida wonder you be champion oh oh oh
My pikin you be champion oh
Kida wonder you be
See
I put my soul into this music and every song I de write

understand 
I always want you by myself 
I wanna hold you very tight
Kiss me when I close my eyes  
I no fit use you sherepah 
Abeg no go fimipah 
Place my

listening to Nas on the song in between us
Broke up with my girl cuz i need i my own space
Beat up on that p**** like I caught a damn case
Running to club

to snow caine, get blown by thots,
Now I show change, for the class at the school of hard knocks,

Hear the weight in my words, spittin bricks of yay,

Sunday
Sak pase na'p boule
Said he need a verse slayed by a trio of greats
Sent us this beat hot and fresh from the safe
A product of perfect timing is

synthesize magic on low notes
Plant my feet in the state governed by that nigga Cuomo
From Queens like Nas my opps ain't no Hovs
Me without a mic is like AOC

The time we have longed for is here,
this is not a time for your fear,
lend me your ear
the first light of dawn is near
na kama uko mbali nina omba

One of the most emotional shit my whole life
This song is dedicated to my momma
May your soul rest in peace mar

I wanna tell y'all the story bout

make it twerk
Bet I'll get it real creamy and I’ll even ya squirt
Say she need a n***a bad and that just might make it worse
Say it been a lil while

thing 
Cuz its ours 
Intellectual never threatened by a menace
I got this stick sliding like I’m a violinist  
To create more records then me 
You have

I’m that n***A from the side 
Give it to’em 
Like I’m signed 
Rushed to yell out luck 
With this toon shit I’m Mike  
Man I’ve been getting cut 
They

No more chasing dreams instead I'll run the rap game 
But never not moving I'm workin from the moon to day 
And na my clothes is not designer but my

I'm going to go hard to the end by any means
This song is to my momma
Yo momma I'm really proud of you
Your going through a hard time sad to see you

a joke
But fuck that
Niggas dying on the battle field
As a child I had to ask my momma
Is that casket real
Crazy to think we ain't
Sign to nas
But we got

the pot like Joe Budden
Creating songs for the underground like it's nothing
Some nigga said he's better than me, you know he's bluffing
When I'm

Cats are dying by their lonesome hits are planned out but boys will rap about it boasting
Let's keep it real ain't nothing real about dissing dead my

Everything na by his grace
So why I go dey stress myself
For many things wey I no fit change

Dem no tell me many things go happen
When I start to waka for

them like we alright
I know that money got power, it gon get louder and louder
It gon turn a good man's heart straight into powder
Na never leaves you

once
It can never be regained
In some cases if na one chance it will wait
O fe ma wu wa Lori
o fe ma fun wa n bodi
O fe ma fa fara mo ra
O fe ma
Won fe

so easily
Still real to mi dogs dem if it ever get real
Real bro still real
Ca' you know mi na gon hustle all day
Mi so guan live that that a guan

cannot count 'em
The problems they keep on coming
Haunted by all the drama
Mama she taught some honor
But obvious you still learning
Still hurting from

step by step
Kein Meister fällt vom Himmel, doch ich check die Fehler jetzt (ich check die Fehler jetzt)
Ich komm nach oben, doch ich schwör ich komme

They never showed me love
From the streets I was born
To the streets I grew up on
But that shit made me strong
I put my feels in my songs
I'll be

packing uh
They catch him, turn him to ashes uh

I hit the stu, it was me and 30K
Came from a way where we stay by the trees
No we aint saying we putting