| I know am great its only time that will prove that
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| Save the game with my flow call me a lyrical pool guard
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| In between where the bread meets bread call it blue band
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| Disappointments weighed me down but its apparent i got my groove back
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| Let it sink in your hearts with everything that i tell you
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| Anytime i try to soar people let me crash like bellview
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| Am blessed! |
| dont need a sue sayer to lemme know
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| The mockery dont face me thats something that they barely know
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| Cus if you know the story you will know that its super
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| When its food for thoughts i hit them with a buka
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| And i never relent i keep pushing like a kura
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| I just wish you could read my mind that ish is like a surah
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| This is for the people that feel life has taken bad turn
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| Remember you got the game on lock and na you hold the password
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| Keep your faith intact and nuttin can play a fast one
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| Tonight is such a good one call your homies… have fun
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| I dont know what i feel, i dont know if its true
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| But if you see wetin i see, u go blind for this room
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| But dem boys demma hate on we, i dont know what to say
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| But i keep praying to god, every morning when i wake
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| Bridge:
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| All they say is shit for real, its like they talking with their bumbum
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| Boys be fly oh yes, from naija down to london
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| When dem talking talking bout we, see we dont know who to call on
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| But we stay so safe, men e be like we be condom, yeeee!
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| Hmmmmmmmm… ahhhhhh, shabalaba
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| Yeeeeeeeeeeee… shabalaba
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| My soul is down many things i couldn’t speak out
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| Tell goodluck i been looking for a way to reach out
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| They say money talks unfortunately couldn’t speak loud
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| The reluctance of niggas make me want dey still doubt
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| While i wrote this my heart and my soul was sobing
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| Wanna balance my life like diet but i was still hungry
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| See peeps tell me ama make it i dont know if its a clean mind
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| It clouds my world most a times am tryna give you insight
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| Dont puff anymore see depression been tryin to claim me
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| If i let the song cry for a month it will be raining
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| Look into my eyes aswer u go see the pain guy
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| My story is like a graduate still bedwetting suppose shame guy
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| So please tell me ama make it dont try to kill the dream bross
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| Wanna make it till my wallet is fatter than rick ross
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| Cus if you talking sickness with rhymes see am a symptom
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| Cus all these boys far from real swear dey live in fiction
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| I dont know what i feel, i dont know if its true
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| But if you see wetin i see, u go blind for this room
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| But dem boys demma hate on we, i dont know what to say
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| But i keep praying to god, every morning when i wake
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| Bridge:
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| All they say is shit for real, its like they talking with their bumbum
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| Boys be fly oh yes, from naija down to london
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| When dem talking talking bout we, see we dont know who to call on
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| But we stay so safe, men e be like we be condom, yeeee!
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| Hmmmmmmmm… ahhhhhh, shabalaba
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| Yeeeeeeeeeeee… shabalaba |