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Juicy, where the drums at?
Uh
Dida
Yo
Dirty mind ne empty pocket, that be bad combi
I don't need to snake a brother just to get money
I no want be alone but squad dey get funny
Mama pray for me, don't stress for me
12 p.m. awia hwe me chest
My people break sweat, but they barely get their worth
Told her be humble cause all you give me be sex
She dey hear am in my voice, I be tensed
I no know who to trust
I no know who deserves it
All these traitors say they're friends who fit tell what a friend is
Found life in a pen, guess I am dying a legend
Arthur, fi nne wo be me dinn aa to sebe
They used to doubt every second, now I got it for days
Bring your favorites, my lil homies'll spin around them for days
Yeah I dropped out of school, wey I dropped into grace
Yawa boy wo sika ye sen? I make maximum wage
Breaking out of my cage
My lifestyle be complicated
Breaking out of my maze
My peculiar ways
I go chew your fingers off, don't push that shit in my face
Swear you're always on your phone, to the screen you be slave
I wasn't born this way, the pain change man
But we still dey tema with the same plan
Menim me value, so fuck what they say and
Fuck all your favorite rappers if I ain't one
That be bad combi
I don't need to snake a brother just to get money
I no want be alone but squad dey get funny
Mama pray for me, don't stress for me
Mama pray for me, don't stress for me
You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better
Never fold young king, always keep your head up
When it comes to shots, I'm something like John Wick
Told the homies hold it down till we all rich
You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better
Never fold young king, always keep your head up
Told the homies hold it down till we all rich
Mama pray for me, don't stress for me
Mama pray for me
You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better
Never fold young king, always keep your head up
When it comes to shots, I'm something like John Wick
Told the homies hold it down till we all rich