Lyrics:
people no fit afford kerosene for stove
He never finish civilians don come
Na all of them dey chop our money turn by turn
Remember 84 wey we dey beg Andrew
all his buddies were gone.
And my man knew only one thing to do, it was getting
Cold there, like it is today,
You know what I'm talking about.
He
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
to me, man you better come properly
And I am what I am by the Grace of God
Got no time for apologies
I'm rising above all my enemies
I'm praying to God for
cheating
[Chorus]
Say girls from all over the world call on my phone and them a
Tell me say them need the yardie bone, because
Then love it bad...And
on purpose cuz i get all in my mind
Back in outcast two I said that I’m not gonna blow up
Man forget that verse I gotta new one on the come up
People start
off
People say I'm hard as Hennessy
And you soda soft
Man I'm talking to my enemies
And I'm sorta saw
But I treat my music like it's a craft
You
here dying
On my death bed
Than me pretend I know more from
Living longer than the next man
I'm still confused as shit
Just satisfied in it
Pacified by
be thief?
Na village people
Customer need goods you reach location customer no di pick?
Na village people
Ok me i no di cheat
All my guys them di cheat
at them thugs in the back
Baby, what you lookin fo'? Shawty I ain't showin' no slack
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is
totin' that stainless steal
I got to stay focused
These niggas they watchin'
My eyes wide open
Ay Yay
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is
an Averon
Me Spliff, be the illet tailor of my fashion
The hell what people think
Watch a brother turn platinum
Ya'll people wanna get down
Y'all
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
Trans-Atlantic champion Big Ali
New York City in the building, stand up
You are now rocking with my man, DJ Idsa
Stand up right now
All
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
dey worry
Very soon i go look dapper
No matter the matter my papa dey the matter
Me i know say me i no go get wahala
They sip wine you sip coke
All
man down if you touch my cake
Whoo
Lord protect me from all these snakes
Bad mind people moving bait
Big man ting don’t get in my way
Big man ting don’t
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
Think it's a game well is not Man I then grind all my life just to get to the top Haters they see us they mug Just by the look on they face they want us
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
in Portugal new Davinchi I told em I’m posed to ball
Whip the Caddy on forges and make it crawl, beat the case if I trip Imma fuckin fall
I’m bout
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
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