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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smallgod
Performer
Zaire
Vocals
Suspect OTB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Brice
Composer
Louis Nawej
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Appiasei
Producer
William Kyeremeh
Producer
Letra
Smogar, huh, my friend
The special on my mind
Yeah, yeah
There's no food and there's no water
Mama trying to feed the daughter
Wahala day in my city, my lane
Wahala day so I'm drinking petrol
There's no food and there's no water
Mama trying to feed the daughter
Wahala day in my city, my lane
Wahala day so I'm drinking petrol
Oh Lord, will you fire me?
I'm in the city
Looking for body
But it no be
I don't run into many police
Don't think that I can not repeat
Just for money dog, no be easy
Working for the white man's a pity
I don't pray for longevity
I don't fuck with bad energy
I need the money for my mommy
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
I'm rebuking illuminati
But my family rebuke poverty
I'm rebuking peace and politics
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
I'm a strong man, I don't get six pack
I'm a soldier in the combat
The enemy cannot come and attack
I pray to God that we don't ever lie
Mama working at the night
Breaking her back
But she still alive
Doing her shit
Working through the night
No be easy but we got God on our side
You know I'm praying for an answer
Immigration won't come through
But my brother
I'd give my life for my son to my daughter
Feeling these shoes and the boots of my papa
I don't run into many police
Don't think that I can not repeat
Just for money dog, no be easy
Working for the white man's a pity
I don't pray for longevity
I don't fuck with bad energy
I need the money for my mommy
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
I'm rebuking illuminati
But my family rebuke poverty
Amen
I'm rebuking peace and politics
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
Yeah
Visions of being broke and slumped
Gave the craziest a drive to her mother's only son
Streets sang a rhythm and boy's heart was one
Like the pipe pipe pipe rolled off his tongue
And by the cling it was clung
Two for nifty and they couldn't phone for one
Running round my pockets full of change
And then came change
Now every single time this nigga drop
Is another hole in one
Race it to the money
A whole load of sums
Straight acing niggas
Even big homies be getting spun
Face it time is over for niggas
You manner
Hey
Fat while we starve they owe us some
For real birth then we starve
Now they owe my sons
And when I'm done (when I'm done)
They got to say I was a dad
I don't run into money
What's my name (we back)
You don't think that I can not repeat
It's for money dawg
Nugie easy
Working for the white man's repeating
I don't pray for longevity
I don't fuck with bad energy
I need the money for my mommy
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
I'm rebuking Illuminati
Now my family rebuke poverty
I'm rebuking police and politics
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
Amen, amen, amen
Hallelujah
Amen, amen, amen
Papa God know my story
Hallelujah
Writer(s): Leon Brice, Louis Nawej
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