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Aahn, yea Lafiaji (warning), hehe Oshaamo (warning) Look! (Warning) See, I don't know about you But I'm the only number one from the two, three, four Alaye, joor, joor, joor I'm Seun Kuti when I'm smoking rappers Whether white or brown, I really do spit raw Alaye, joor, joor, joor See, I don't know about you But I'm the only number one from the two, three, four Alaye, joor, joor, joor I'm Seun Kuti when I'm smoking rappers Whether white or brown, I really do spit raw Alaye, joor, joor, joor Jesse Jagz you're my buddy I couldn't do this in a hurry But the truth about your brother's been blurry So sometime in this sermon I'll say some uncomfortable facts To show his fans, their GOAT is really a rat Let's start the lecture with a "brace yourself" I know if you encountered you, you'll hate yourself Who are the rappers that I put on? Many more plus two out of your three And I didn't sign anything, I did it all for free Since you were scratching on the surface like your DJ Lambo How 'bout the guns we brought to help one become Rambo The next one I did a feature with trended years ago Still mentioned it in a tweet, and it trended on the go So what am I supposed to do? Sign a man I wouldn't sign? I don't do politics music, leaving people suffering behind The Yoruba people have a saying "Eni Dale Lo Bale Lo" M Bode is living with Vision Scape, o ye ko bale lo You call yourself a teacher but your students failed in real life Your brother was such a gift you wrapped away from the light I mean you claim helping people who are struggling to make it Hmm, well, Jesse is struggling to make it You dey Lagos, you dey floss Chairman sir, you na boss But your brother went from Lagos to Ondo then to Jos Choc City went down from all that fuckboy antics The last I checked, Jesse was in a Choc Boy mansion But since your Big Brother evicting him is part of the game You didn't care about your father the one you both share his name And now you tryna be my father, LOL that's what he said I'm sure everybody knows my father is dead I mean, your father raised you in the way of the Lord But we never see you acting in the way of the Lord Is it the Lord's way to only act when you make gain How many rappers have you supported without making any gain? Who spends money on rap events? I dare you to name a name If it's not Hennessy, I dare you to name a name I've given more rappers shine, than you ever will try You had Hennessy before me, but you never could try And I don't think that you're the government but your people love you They fight my superior rap self just for being above you The least you could have done was lead-in lend-in a voice But you dey Lagos campaigning shining teeth for any invoice I've stopped judging success by the kind of money I make Or the house that I build or the rents that I pay I think a successful man is one who knows himself That thinking is far from you 'cause it's top of the shelf I know the day will come when everyone you lifted will speak People will know you lifted them to step on them to your peak And how are you the only one surviving as an artiste? You signed a rapper for so long, I guess he's nothing but your artist How you not confused? The whole story is wack Think about it, the only light in the story is Blaq You advertised your ass a lot, went to Abuja a lot And came back with more money Let that story be that And what's my success in life? The answer is life I look in the eyes of my daughter, and I'm thankful for life And now I'm a single father making mistakes learning of life I had a fight with YSG, that shit is normal in life Your girl broke up with you, we thought she'd be your wife You were the bitch in the relationship, the stories are right You claim I treated YSG in a way that was false I was the one who lost everything in my life but my pulse Let's talk about CC, not your BB guest Let's talk a little bit about some of your CC mess You did your Emperor crazy, one of CC's best Then Brymo's exit ushered in the CC stress I mean Dice could really rap, he had your CC crest And many artists don fall sha, off your CC steps CC was in the room, we guess CC left Even the lounge can testify, it reads CCX How much did you say again? 20 milli? We all saw how you wasted 1 milli I was confused when you said Micheal he-he You don't know Micheal if you did you would have said gidi(ehn) Ode! Hello Gazamba, abeg call Gidi, ehn Tell am say that Next Life is a beach party o Say make we run am o
Writer(s): Sunday Ginikachukwu Nweke, Olanrewaju David Ogunmefun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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