Songteksten

Uh yeah First off congratulations Y'all got another cypher Cause by my calculations The last cypher was my last cypher But aberration happen and it's okay The bag came calling and I picked up for old time sake Just the beginning y'all really thought I started flexing Barely wear my ten thousand Dollars necklace a bad investment I ain't got no regrets Cause money coming every seconds plus I'm never stopping till I get a statue erected I'm the hardest nigga out only onе rapper is hard as me Some niggas on thе chart but we don't see the cash in reality But you know when you see me I look at the part Y'all saying you getting doe but when we see you we know it's cap And niggas see me wonder if it's only rap What else is he doing He bought a Benz and a Lexus Yo what else is he moving If I was a female they gon ask Who the fuck is he screwing How hard is it to believe I got this shit off the music Still talking bout COVID bruh you're just making excuses Cause your shit can never pop, you claim alternative music See I think that it's stupid it's shitty music Mix with that shitty promo translates to shitty whatever rhymes with cupid I told myself I'll never do this But I wouldn't listen I'm mean I'm narcissistic Bother line wicked I'm slim and got a big foot You know what shit means My thing gon hit the kidneys God is my Witness I'm done with all this beef shit Psyched I'm still with it Staring at my Benz thinking about Nancy Isime Shawty bad as fuck Wanna see that booty drop like gravity Think what I really need is some post nut clarity to Clarifying this feeling She got a nice personality More importantly She got nice racks to go with Down with Sex over Love I'll be honored to do the damages Number is 0 915 rest in your messages yeah I'm done Been in the kitchen like air fryers She's hotter than ten fryers We're back up in the booth like spare tyres Whole crew full of gunners I'm presiding like ken friar Y'all favourite self sabotage and that's how you land bars Heartfelt depression I've been coasting see I cruise through it I'll show you the bank balance You think I'm boasting You ain't use to it See Rap money is garbage I just share my views through it I'm the connect for distribution Oh yeah I move music This is the third installment of the torment for these rappers Who see themselves as a pawn and it's mayhem when I get upon it This smoke is like a text about missed menses You don't want it Non conformist to confront ths status quo and shit upon it Shady dealing forbidden like baby killings They needed pros for the job so they brought the NAVY Seals in They cast us as the villain but that's the role that we're killing And the cheque will always clear it's such an amazing feeling It's paper therapy we let the money relax us They say everywhere dry I guess my pocket na cactus Y'all were popping last year but now the level na cash crunch I'm devoid of reactions if you see one dem hack us Look I see the signs be it astrology or Dollars bills of How you wannabes dreaming of feting in this wallabees It's getting spooky how this goofies pull up talking bout stupid till I put a fist to their mouth Clean up like a toothpick Check out the swag you know I walk like a ball player They get it confused until I pull up and it's all clear I rhyme different you can't see it fix your cornea Cause I'm bald head and the rest of the crew all here When there's a drought y'all go funding We go hunting And we lapped you boys three times Y'all must be slow or something Blue tick you got the messages confirmed red So what's up gang relaxed brain palm head It's me again and I humbly apologize That I'm always this stand out that I can't be like other guys You can step into the glow of the sun and can shut your eyes And then listen to my beautiful voice Let's harmonize I pledge to Hip Hop to serve it with soul and might See how my flows rushing I've been bursting like swollen pipes Jerry Krause flows obsessed with controlling mikes I come alive you cross me like I'm the Holy Christ I've sacrificed see the holes in my palm You never crucify me though put your rosary down Gravity and family only things holding me down Tried to kill me it's a shock hopefully you're around Mehn I dey cruise like long beach staying higher than Cali natives Quiet money in he bags they're secret like palliatives Your line no dey register not connecting, you seem outdated To get the number up you gon need police affidavit (Ehn) Last cypher we was on another team But they were sleeping while sleeping so they didn't see the dream New collab of LVMH now the bag is so supreme We balling freely now some shit you can do in those skinny jeans Rap head we know you capping bruh Too late y'all This cypher it feels like the capital like Suleja You talking jack shit but please don't tell lie You know we shut Twitter down in the UAR And oh one more thing that's important before I walk out All my young people whether you're a graduate or drop-out Get your PVC go register for INEC compound E get some people wey we gats tell them to get the fuck out Mouth wey chop money con dey panel e con dey chop mouth Me I no get power to suffer I no dey work out If you no got take that for head then make I go block out Still the baddest rappers in Africa what are we talking bout Fuck that whose the best rapper in Africa shit it's time to really rap All dem rappers trash to me now check dem recent tracks Heavy is the head that wears the crown they rocking fitted caps Sold your soul for a fraction of a penny on the streaming apps Consider that How you put a caption on this I'm on autopilot best experienced from the passenger sit All that passion that leads to the satisfaction and greed That's why their careers keeps collapsing like the national grid And that's a blackout When I put this raps out I bet they pass out They asking me the source of the beef I told them cash cows These rappers tried to put me on a leash and stop my cash count I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows How that sound I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me All my shit is bulletproof better send a drone at me I'm at your dome chappy you're pointing imaginary chrome at me Has to be those crappy Konami game that got you clones happy Old habit die hard Consider that a plus one You bought the dip invested in crypto and now you lost some Living in a simulation in world that Elon Musk runs I'm getting paper currency don't tell me about your doge coins Whatever alcoholic brand is on the rocks I'm gonna pop Petroleum for the flow crude Nigerian from the oil blocks And if you wanna dance this body shots will make your body rock It's my time you would know if you'd payed attention to your body clock My blood erupts for these blogs making up lies for clicks Baiting you guys dem cunning radio station guys My black brothers in diaspora acting rigid separated by colour like white light through glass prisms Cause of your skin The ignorance in your activism You feel superior to African in regards to living In a world ruled by AI and Algorithm better know where your from your DNA might tell you different The Bible in Ethiopian the completeness will spread leaving you open for this opium overdose and you dead And it's back to my man cave Bruce Wayne shit I'm rich bitch We don't wanna hear your number like gun violence statistics That's dip shit Still rolling dip Fuck the curfew Matching outfit every night like batman's costume I'm not you I'm not M I'm not Loose My nut's loose Any rapper can get the fucks smoke I'm serving hot fumes
Writer(s): Emeka George Akumefule, Ikazoboh Joakim, Jude Abaga, Gilbert Bani, Victor Chujor-idowu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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