Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohammed Awwal Lawal
Songwriter
Francis Osilama Izuagie
Songwriter
Lirik
6 AM in the morning Goddamn I didn't sleep all night,
I don tire to dey bomb so I don pick my pen and write
Had a dream I was touring mehn that shit kept me up all night damn
I should be sleeping and snoring instead I'm thinking about balling
I can't even find rest when my head is set on a pillow
I got some certain Beats I'm certain I know I'm gon kill tho
I've been looking, I've been searching, tried connecting but the network just went off
Be like say Sapa no go end, no be me the Sapa go redicule (aha ha)
I mix my juice with my gin, no be me the Sapa go finish oo (aha)
Even when I lose mehn I win, I dey find raba like criminal
Be like say Sapa no go end, no be me the Sapa go finish oo
The second Verse is dedicated to all the **** that hated
Yeah I'm freestyling off the top I know you hate it
You've been waiting so long for your Cake, but you never baked
That's how I got my dough, with stakes I'm feeling like drake,Let me explain, something ain't the same no more
Everytime I hit the mic it ain't the same no more
I used to sit back, freestyling to my fucken phone
Not I got a Microphone, I don't know what the fuck I'm on
I put the alcotron on the the mic and I spit.
I can't even Depend on my Salary (why)
Because Sapa dey (oh)
So I Hustle hard, make I Elevate
Sometimes I meditate, Food for thought
Na hin make them salivate
This what you waited for my ****
Are you ready? (Wait)
Came From The Bottom, I Ain't Tryna Back Down,
I'm Fienin For This Money Cus Without It I'll Crack Now,
Mama Really Stressing, Bro Need Some Nairas,
But My Faith Is Solid I'll Rise More Than Thailand,
Woke Up Feeling Stressed, Cus This Thoughts Steadily Dey Drain Man,
Like A Confectionery I'm All About The Cake Fam,
If You Try To Bet It,On Me You Should Put Your Stakes Pon,
For Frenemies, I'm Like An ADS Because I Dey Guard,
Realize Nobody Got You, Hold Your Own While You Hungry,
Still Looking For Papers Like I'm Tryna Leave The Country,
But Trust Me, Need My Connection Really On 4G,
So I Can Call My Jeweler, My Idea Of Been Stoned Is Costly,
Feels like to get my point across I might just need two mics
Woke up 6 in the morning with an urgent need to right
I'm not talking about a song but the wrongs in my life and I feel like
Letting the ink in my pen just bleed
Born and raised in the belle of the beast
man a survivor
I was only 16 when I realized
That money was the thing I had to keep my mind on
All of this cheese and I ain't even smiling
I can't even Depend on my Salary (NO)
Because Sapa dey
So I Hustle hard, make I Elevate
Sometimes I meditate, Food for thought
Na hin make them salivate
I leitate
Are you ready? (Wait)
I'm Tryna Break A Supposed Curse On The Lineage,
People Flying Private, Me I'm Trying Buy Plane,
Vino Tinto Dey Mall Make You No Dey Whine Me,
Blood, Sweat Donated Men It's Left For Gods Timing,
Sapa Moving Sketchy But Me Plan Is To End It,
Tryna Be So Fly People No Go Rate Jetli Or Jackie,
Pulling Up In A Cooper Like Bradley,
Not Tryna Be Stock Like Industry Is Banking,
Sapa No Level You For Better KNOOW,
Cus My Doing Cold You For Prefer SNOOW,
I Need That Advance Before I Rip Up SHOOW,
Isn't It Evident That I Need Some DOUGHH?,
Food For Thought Been Ordered ATM I Be Caterer,
Still Serving The Shit Like I'm Roger Federer,
But I Need The Money Like Right Now,
Cus I'm Not Balling Men It's Feel Like There's A Time Out,
I can't even Depend on my Salary (why)
Because Sapa dey (oh)
So I Hustle hard, make I Elevate
Sometimes I meditate, Food for thought
Na hin make them salivate
This what you waited for my ****
Are you ready? (Wait)
Written by: Francis Osilama Izuagie, Mohammed Awwal Lawal