I need a crib too spacious
In a nice neighborhood where I got no neighbors
By the sea side so when the wind blow to my face I gotta taste true nature
They wanna put a nigga through labour
I'm too major
I got that brand new flavor
Everything fitted I don't need new tailors
Hashtag sick money flu paper
Yeah I got my cut and I got your share
I can smell the hate in the atmosphere
But you ain't never heard it sound like this
Had your brains popping out your ear
Have no fear this is what you been missing
A break from the norm I don't follow tradition more like superstition mixed with religion
I don't need supervision I got precision
Just know I'll never flop
Even if you don't know nothing else
But I know that I'm gonna box battle anybody for the belt
I'm proving it
Keeping it steady without loosing
I'm outdoing it
Moving it
So smooth that I'm keeping it cool with no lubricant
I'm a lieutenant
Right back to the drills
Yeah I been through the hardest things wanna give a shout out to my first of kin
Told me that the money ain't worth a thing
Way before I knew what a verse could bring
Gimme space
Gimme clear view
I Dey clear you
I Dey see you for my rare view
I Dey tell you
I Dey tell you o!
We fit no be ghetto
But they bumping our shit everywhere in the ghetto
(Ogbeni)
We fit no be ghetto
But they bumping our shit everywhere in the ghetto
I think and I write
So when I speak to the mic
It's clear we ain't thinking alike
I'm breathing in life and it seems all you wanna ever do is just worry about keeping your
Pride
Together we can reach for the sky
Act like a vegetarian and put the m#%^*