Lyrics Riches - Jovi

Riches

Women of Cameroon, my dick is off the market
Strategizing, making millions the new target
Code and ethics, I wear it like a jacket
Can’t hold water for a long time in a basket
Deaf people will not see the need to talk
If you listen to the raps, you might understand the work
Bye bye gone, baby gone, I left a long time ago
Money go for inside fridge like fish maquereau
For those who put their noses in my business last year
You want smell fire, end up smelling burnt hair
Heaven is mine, I’m stingy, me I no want for share
I don’t care, I don’t have time to spare
My spit when I spit makes you feel I’m turning up
I put a heat in every hit, had the club burning up
Cover up if you sweat, and you next to the AC
All I did was stretch, let me start warming up
No time for sleep, man di bolo like na robot
Work doh, divide brain, money pama na for kobott
My lines justify homicide for no reason
Same reason my flow been way beyond prison
Bars on bars, they plenty over fever prison
I give you life if you guilty of treason
During the exchange, harsh words were spoken
It’s hard to start over when the trust is broken
So I sink deep in the moment, let it soak in
Give it time, let it rise, you wan na gari soak in?
I swear men rap no ever fine so
No komott house, reach for farm empty-handed start for find hoe
It’s hot here but I rhyme cold
The vision remains HD, even if you blindfold
I never been slept on
When we cross past, be careful if I think you intentionally stepped on
Me to the suspect, wéti you expect?
And if you hard, I won’t hesitate to respond
I’m a rare specie, something like a unicorn
My release date got em waiting for a uniform
Mboko god gave you yellow fever
DPs switching up on social media
I felt like my timeline was a yellow river
I swear massa Godlove for chef or giver
Compare me not to the rapper coming up
I end the race, when I start, your best rapper runner up
They never win, they only chill, you deal many fraud
Legendary flow, the greats hear me and applaud
C4 traces in the places that we make songs
Holy Iraqi field, the way that me make bombs
Bad bitches in the studio like a lab rat
Try new things, so I can put them in my new song
We ready for global domination
It took me time, I had to build a strong foundation
No imitation, my lyrics are vivid, I’m the real deal
Passing through walls, no limitation
This is not irregular, I’m not the average guy
I’m not the one to sit and talk about another guy
I’m not the one to tell a lie to myself just to get by
«Koki nova done» is one of my best lines
Just when you thought the machine broke
I drop «Raps 2 Riches»
Show you how you got a clue how I snap on bitches
No filter, IG snapping pictures
Sunglasses, bad bitches walking on the sand of Kribi beaches
No glitches, it’s just missing pieces
I put the letters back together like Lumumba’s speeches
Slow down, take you back to all the nights I only stayed up
My people sleep and still be the ones to tell em «wake up»
I know guys who sell land and dwell on stolen land
Have you ever been in a stolen house?
Be writing so many songs, I should have a swollen hand
I be jump gate back in the days for body house
They see that men they watch me play
When they meet me they act like they don’t know what to say
I power bodies and I roll up a blunt, it’s gonna be boring
To sit and watch all that (…)
Been almost three minutes going off on the beat
Still the one who made the beat
Still the one to go and spit
Still the one who wrote the flows and the lyrics and the heats
That you hearing it sounds good, 'cuz I made the mix
I’m a one-man-army on that note
Quote for quote, that’s the realest shit I ever wrote