I’m At peace with the sound (yeah)

My feet on the ground

Pray my head never gets too big for the crown

Prayers go up, Blessings fall down (grace)

No setbacks it’s just, Lessons all round

hustle paid off, boys dey soft

lagos get stress, times I want to take off

omo, I no reason

where this grace will take us

And our dreams don dey chase us

When we wake up, All my smokers make you light up

na dis vibe, Dey excite us

For this sound, You must find us

We put it down till our times up

this has always been my path

I just had to make my mind up

My brother from lips to Gods ears, Let’s toast to more years

of living as free-men the sum of all fears, here’s to wining major leaving gimmicks to fakers

and sticking to the paper like pins in a stapler

Used to close my eyes and imagine packed stadium become the national grid and shut down Lagos

Dreams of blowing mixed with fears of being famous, cuz peeps build you up just to tear you down later

So I say this prayer…May every verse I write serve as therapy and works of hand leave a legacy

May footprints in the sand God left for ..lead to prosperity whatever’s my destiny……