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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tobe Nwigwe
Tobe Nwigwe
Performer
Fat Nwigwe
Fat Nwigwe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tobe Nwigwe
Tobe Nwigwe
Songwriter
MARTICA (FAT) NWIGWE
MARTICA (FAT) NWIGWE
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LaNell Grant
LaNell Grant
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh South West, South West, look I eat beats, watch me dine in, shining I illuminate the rooms that I'm in, timing Low-key ain't more crucial than alignment That's why the flow is intertwined with both and I'm defiling Every beat I'm on, even though I know it's wrong To treat rappers like a napkin after I've pissed on commodes Then I wipe what's on the toilet, can't decipher if you know That my life is tied to giving hoodlums life despite the hoes That their sights are fixed upon to givе 'em pipe out of control But the plight wе abide in has almost wiped our frontal lobe Of our heritage, rare are kids like me who grow up savage That got embarrassed when they went to they patna crib And seen they mattress had a bed frame Shout out to those who told me Tobe was a pet name (what's your name?) Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name Praise God for follies of my colleagues that embody everything I overcame Blowing that ganji to suppress pain Ooh, but I was weak, though So on occasion, purple haze would keep me warmer than a pea coat Debo shouldn't be what you portray when you placebo But now my flow the cheat code, every bar is worth a kilo, ooh Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh (Say it louder, so they all can hear you, what's your name?) Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name (yeah, yeah, look) Hit the ground running like a half-back (okay) Matte black P365 In my knapsack (okay) Blast at all who tried to harm me, I don't scrap cats (okay) How I drop two kids and I still snap back? (Yeah) Had to have these girls, don't think my pen dead (yeah) Hard to sleep on me like a twin bed (yeah) Was broke, now I ball like a skinhead (yeah) "You only get one shot", that's what Slim said (yeah) I only had one wish, word to Ray J To vacate anything that gave way to poverty (yeah) You can tell I move with sovereignty, obviously I'm an anomaly, every bar I spit's a novelty (yeah) We don't ride the wave, we create it (yeah) That's how we made it to Beyoncé playlist (yeah) Tobe used to have some open cases (yeah) But now we got a crib with open spaces (yeah) And I got a grill with open faces, far from basic Been influenced by the city with the spaceships Never going back to the grave shift or the slave ship I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah), yeah I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah) We 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé Went from Boys to Men, word to Wanya (okay) Whole hood screaming, "Tob, don't go Kanye" (okay) H-Town, Texas with the flow, do it grande (okay) "Otologbabukwegi on your head" is what my mom say (yeah) Gorilla on the beat, I go Harambe (yeah) Stacy Adams head-to-toe on my prom day (yeah) Two kids, life wilder than Deante (yeah) Before I die, I'm tryna get a verse from André (yeah) I'm Coach Bombay, I done been with mighty ducks (yeah) But my baby mama swan Aphrodited up (yeah) If it's a issue, pack a pistol, keep it tightly tucked (yeah) 'Cause they'll try to early dismiss you on ya nightly run (yeah) Or your daily run, either way it's tragedy (yeah) Please, don't try to take my life, that's a catastrophe (yeah) On my soul, ain't no ho in my anatomy (yeah) And I put that on everything like Tony Chachere (yeah) And cut the beat Cut the beat Cut the beat
Writer(s): Lanell Grant, Tobe Nwigwe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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