Take Her Home (Kirikou)

(I don't know where we gon' go) (But I'm gon' take her home) Kirikou est petit, mais il est vaillant Mais il est vaillant Grrah grrah grrah grrah like I just do this rap shit, I ain't fakin' (Like what?) I'm with pops, and he smoke on Jamaican (Bitch, grrah grrah boom) I'ma serérè king, 221 genes Call me Kirikou, Karaba back what I'm breaking I'm the king of my town, I'm sanctioned I just hope she gon' make it back home But-but Yalla is great, he gon' do sum' Word to my dead, he gon sit at the throne like I'ma move I'ma fight I'ma sav, no dags, it's a knife Put the chop' down He said what? Lile he not gon' lack when they strut like Just a kid, used to sleep at the front door I ain't cap when I said "Boul ma fonto" I'm in Saly, I flex on the 'gram CBAO, I'm running these two-mans like We ain't got Chevvys back home Shout out dukes, shout out wakeur, sumai dommes Depression is real, it ain't fun like All that pain and shit hurt samma xol I don't even know where we gon' go So I'ma live up and stick to my goals Until all of my family gon' eat up Then we get MJ and take her back home like Hit the VDN, I'ma pop tags in Sea Plaza Maristes girl and she give me that matha Niggas ain't know I'm from New York I'm in Africa, man, like where is the zaza? Got an evil eye, feelin' like MIKE Niggas bitchin', they strappin' like dykes Bitch, I'm up and I still sleep on air beds Woke up and told myself this shit is slight like I just do this rap shit, I ain't fakin' I'm with pops, and he smoke on Jamaican I'ma serérè king, 221 genes Call me Kirikou, Karaba back what I'm breaking I'm the king of my town, I'm sanctioned I just hope she gon' make it back home But Yalla is great, he gon' do sum' Word to my dead, he gon sit at the- Sit at the- Take her home Take her home Kirikou est petit, mais il est vaillant Mais il est vaillant (Woooo) Stop playing That's that real childhood shit