Lyrics:
magic (Ah)
We still from the jungle act like lions you might catch us in Africa
Fuck being born rich cause i'd never know what sacrifices are
They want me
should I tell em?
Now this is not your average everyday rap song
We won't be rockin bells that go a ding and a dong
The bass drummer hipper won't be
women
We charging for live cuts
Heavens and herams, and the Suede
Now all is here
[Chorus]
Asia to Africa (Africa)
The young boys they want to rush (they
Everywhere cities being erected
Everything that you dream of would be affected
Life is an illusion things can change in any second
So we go ourselves a mirror
Tears in naija
I'm right back here
Oye e
We have no regrets for stating Statements through fulfilling
What is going on in Africa
The truth is their
damaged hair
We focusing on struggles that ain't national
In South Africa, they'll rape you cause they animals
In South Africa, they'll kidnap you for
Underneath the streetlight, now, waiting for the shit to go down
Oh, no, there's gonna be a murder, oh god, when the street go down
In Africa
where her feet won’t go
She was dressed like a hoe, but you wouldn’t never know, by the way her words flow
We belong together because I’m a virgo. Thats
Boys, we them boys
If you want drama then bring the noise
We do this all around the world
From Africa to Asia, Australia to Singapore
Ecuador, pray we
Tribal war
We nah want no more a dat
Every man deserve to earn
And every child deserve to learn, now
Tribal war
A nuh dat we a defend
Every man
And the thing go ratta (buck, buck)
Came from the jungle
We hot but we humble
You want to reach out to her
Just put down your number (brrrr)
If she's not
Charquest, Ewoh, I don't kolo
Nor be small thing ohh
Like 2baba go say ehh Ewoh ahh
Ewoh yeah
In case you nor know, we ain't promise tomorrow
Give
stop by the gun safe
'Cause I got so many I could sift through
We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook
'Cause we really gon' come get you,
chuckle
Huntеr S. Thompson mobbin with a green plastic shade
Over my visor watchin thesе cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked man they can
a purge
Fi Africa we chant, this is for real
A vanity them still want
That's why all now them a feel
Done know them hungry
This is them meal
where common sense
Is not common sense
We need a real rapper, but when you say Nas
They think you mean Lil Nas X
And that's not a diss
I don't want to get
know that we bring the numbers
Everybody put the peace in air, better know it
If you want it we go have to talk about it
Coz half of you on the low
Quadriplegic any squad that want to squab when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it the way we regulate
And levitate heavyweight niggaz like they was
and over there
And if you ready to diss your right to being racist then
Show a gas face and go yeah
We understand it still
That there is no easy road
got plans and a vision, gotta see em thru
You hating, and wanna see me lose
We lightning strike that stage like Zeus
They all go dumb, just like we do
Gang up in the front, chopper make 'em back up
I got what you want, Winners Circle, get your cash up
I go through a lot nobody knows
Nobody made me
bitch
Hating ass niggas is sharp from nine to five that you ain't at your crib
No you don't want it
I know you don't want it
We can do something
We can do
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
name Miss Tee
Jewels on me I'm icy see
Look at me
Curving all the hoes like I don't know you b
Ball like I was Thompson
This a fuckin trap son
Yeah we
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