No Introductions
No need for ID, when you see me, I move greazy
Smutty gang, been sleazy
But nowadays take it easy
Been up getting busy
At high tea with Lizzy
Sitting pretty
Just linked up with Benji
While you bob your head to my diddy
It's litty
Shout out to 30 for blessing
In the booth got me flexing
In every direction
Counting up checks, that ain't a question
Finessing
Stay away with that stressing
I can't connect, I'd rather step
Straight to the check
But I came in a ghost
And he came as a guest
Big mess
Wagwan
It's rudeboy, not bodmon
Came strapped like Batman
Been a bandit
Talk shit, get abandoned, in a canyon, with that cannon
Coroner can't understand him
Hit that corridor and I vanished
Left the shoot, looking candid
Quiet on the set, come correct
Call it rookie season, but I step like a vet
Got man's perplexed, how I drip, never sweat
Man I need a shoe deal, always been about a check
Already earned my stripes, living well above the hype
I'm usually not the type, I'd much rather let it ride
Can't hang ten if you're talking high tide
Can't my guy, peeped you playing I spy
Me I never switched sides
Bout the tribe til I die
Greazed up, mob ties
Been bout that life
Been rolled that die
Been paid that price
Now I pen the script when I write
From notes straight to that mic
Smutty gang, been sleazy
But nowadays take it easy
Been up getting busy
At high tea with Lizzy
Sitting pretty
Just linked up with Benji
While you bob your head to my diddy
It's litty
Shout out to 30 for blessing
In the booth got me flexing
In every direction
Counting up checks, that ain't a question
Finessing
Stay away with that stressing
I can't connect, I'd rather step
Straight to the check
But I came in a ghost
And he came as a guest
Big mess
Wagwan
It's rudeboy, not bodmon
Came strapped like Batman
Been a bandit
Talk shit, get abandoned, in a canyon, with that cannon
Coroner can't understand him
Hit that corridor and I vanished
Left the shoot, looking candid
Quiet on the set, come correct
Call it rookie season, but I step like a vet
Got man's perplexed, how I drip, never sweat
Man I need a shoe deal, always been about a check
Already earned my stripes, living well above the hype
I'm usually not the type, I'd much rather let it ride
Can't hang ten if you're talking high tide
Can't my guy, peeped you playing I spy
Me I never switched sides
Bout the tribe til I die
Greazed up, mob ties
Been bout that life
Been rolled that die
Been paid that price
Now I pen the script when I write
From notes straight to that mic
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Ekanem
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