Godbody (feat. PsychoYP & MOJO AF)

Normally a **** can’t be pushing 9-5

Ain’t no dying really you can tell it ain’t a lie (Uh yeah)

Do or die you can tell it’s do or die

Ain’t no dying really you can tell it ain’t a

I got too many options Baby girl don’t waste my time

tryna get my bro this Rollie for I’m 25

 tryna get my mum a crib before she retire

 Godbody now my hobby 9-5

I got too many options Baby girl don’t waste my time

tryna get my bro this Rollie for I’m 25

 tryna get my mum a crib before she retire

 Godbody now my hobby 9-5

GODBODY but my hobby close at 9:11

I been in that G-class thinking if I could make heaven

I coulda relapsed but I know that shit the devil

Then I just this one my ice & on my bezel

I just told my mum I’m chilling in Gidi & Cali

Mental

She just told me no more tattoos but that shit sentimental

I just pull up & I scrap dudes I’m on heavy metal

So I don’t notice if they talking bout me Or not

I’m on your page, it’s blocked

And I’m on diligent flex

I can’t fold, can’t lose this cheque

Ol’ bitch went straight to the vet

Ol’ chick went straight to the garbage

I ain’t start it

But they had to start it

These **** get some hoes on lock

And they got em’ in a web like Charlotte

And I smoke my shit

Because we they call am

human race no mean na God still Dey run am

When I was still a poor man

When popsi no Dey gan God still Dey for man

E no possible make who Dey cover me sleep

Na who Dey make poverty cease

Cus no amount of sugar wey fit make poverty sweet

To ri pe na proper disease

I stay far from sapa

I dey Mainland when e branch osapa

I get bags for eyes and bags of raba

Smash girls pass Osaka

Way advanced

Lesson teacher no fit Dey their class

Momsi Dey pray and fast

God Dey answer opps Dey shame and cast

Used to say that I was lame now they all up in my space

Used to shove the boy away now they all up in my face

I can’t complain yeah I’m winning

Dropped serenade now they feel it

I got your “bae” and her digits, now we just kick it

I put my face to the ceiling I talk to God bout\' my dealings