Lyrics
One two one two
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
I know you fuck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your magazine team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with the Sheen Team push dust
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing nigga's get touched
And it's Super unlocked unlocked
I don't give a fuck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all my Naija homies getting telecom guap
In the billboards
That's the shit that I kill for
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a fuck but I ain't got a fuck left
I'm blessed
Let me ball like the Ballon d'Or
Forbes if you ever fall it's a cannonball
Miss me with the bullshit like El Matador
I just hope you're that involved when the camera off
Bang bang bang and it's all about the moola
Big shout out to Sbuda smoking Buddha in Abuja
Tunnel vision got me thinking future like computers
20 bitches swimming in the pool like barracuda
Maybe I should spit something we can build with
I think we all need change who got the till slip
It's way beyond Drake and Meek Mill shit
Fuck a fiance I got a little kid
Even Ricky called me the other day
Stuck in the middle it's sad that we can't collaborate
Tried to be civil until I saw your Twitter page
But I was out in Europe doing bigger things
See when it rains it pours
Understand with me when it's war it's war
Thinking back you wasn't even national yet
Matter fact I used to be a fan of your shit
Young King I should've took you under my wing
Instead I let you under my skin
I know coming up is a wonderful thing
But even I get uncomfortable when they call me the king
I know you play like you humble but we just one and the same
You tryna stay out of trouble and I'm just stuck in my lane
I hope the pressure don't make me buckle so much on my plate