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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smallgod
Smallgod
Performer
Zaire
Zaire
Vocals
Suspect OTB
Suspect OTB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Brice
Leon Brice
Composer
Louis Nawej
Louis Nawej
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Appiasei
Nana Appiasei
Producer
William Kyeremeh
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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