Kill the Boy

Oba Lurge is in the building
Oba Lurge is in the house
We be Chilling
Eh! Eh! Men
I Say

If you still sleeping men I hope this wake you up
Get up on your grind boy you gotta man up
Going through life is a struggle
Everyday back to back I'm steady on my hustle
I put my niggas on so everybody fit to bubble
And if I cut you off I wish you well with your hustle
I cant accept every energy
I make my own friends, you ain't a friend to me
You hating when I win? I swear to God then you's an enemy
I cut you off you never find that nigga chilling next to me
I be at the top cos that's what stars do
Still keeping it real and staying humble

On this lonely grind boy you the one you truly need
Don't you judge a nigga if you see him smoking weed
Have no idea what he been through
Never been a fake only fucking one who been true
Everybody got they own demons
Dealing with mine go deal with yours
Facing my fears start facing yours
Hustling mine hustle for yours
Don't like my style go break a jaw
Cant wait till I'm getting on tours
Every other night a new city
You know whats up boy gimme some bitches



Credits
Writer(s): George Anthony
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