Chalo, Chalo, Chalo, Chalo, Chalo, Chalo CHALO

My culture got roots like it’s quest love on the drums

My ethnicity authentically is Zoe

Iet is where the realist **** come from

My fam from the mother land

Imma go again and go run up

My bands on bands like a festival

Imma make a stage and still be rolling loud on my finest days oh so wonderful

One man show

Never been a company man

I make my cash and spin the block like the monopoly man

A menace to society but cordial with the streets

Real ass **** sold drugs then got three degrees

From a land that once had masters

Now I got a masters

Achieve some greatness they gone say they could’ve did it faster

Imma always put Haitian before I write the American

I can’t forget the past and all the culture inherited

My culture and heritage is deeper than Gucci balenciaga and prada

Put the years together and it still don’t add up

You can’t comprehend

Let’s not pretend

We run longer

I’m the real fashion killa, mixed with dilla

Not divide and conquer

provide and prosper

My ring worth more than bezos

Don’t **** with me I see ghosts

My minds a luxury prison

fission reactor flow

I’m glowin

I’m goin in

Travelled the world and the seven seas

Sweet dreams are made of these

Rest in peace dollar bill

How I get a girl

And girls still wanna holla still

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow but grinding still

Do ya feel me

Is it the real you

Is it the real me

Yeah it’s the real me

They can’t fabricate how I be

**** always finna hate but still gone imitate me

Penny pinching ain’t never been living

Trippin **** turn to Mr crabs in the barrel when it comes to the cheese

I think about how folks change with time it’s kinda baddy

They done went from went from moonshine and liquor to drinking coors and nattys

**** came from whips and chains now every rapper want some whips and chains

Got damn boy you just like yo daddy

Wrote these words for maddy

I gotchu

I got 2

1 for me and 1 for you

Gupta Ji ya ko bolo fitting karaye

Haye

Kaafi hi fi

Haan mein wi fi

Psy

Paise aur culture ke Bhooke

Haan Mein culture

Tum sare vulture hai

Yo pa Lon de culture

Yo Selma fe sa yo we

 Kitel vini then it’s over

Two sides of the coin always something different

They say history repeats but don’t no nobody listen

Cause no matter how you spend, if you can’t take a look through my lens we gone never see the same image