Long Story Freestyle

Lemme claim my share of the good things in life
Fucc that, I don't know when I die
Can you see the fucc you in my smile
I don't care if I ain't the guy that they like
How many girls I dey ride
Shoddie if you want D just slide
Overdosed on my shit, shit gets too high D hyena D prescribed
Ee ya
We been digging for the moolah
They pushed me in the hole, left with the moolah
Neggas outchea been faking realer
Money sketched them money left out themma color
So I paint it for them with some distance j))r
We can't fall when we dey on the floor
Abrab) ne me b), s3 me gya dum p3, 3nky3 ahaban na m'as)
So I thought it
Who can I call my pillar
Nobody dey so I build my pillar
I do some 224 and figured that neggas be fake so I kept my filla
I been spending more time with my dealer, 234 I skip 1 to Abuja
You blow yo trumpet nanso menteda
Mo mode ky3 me kraa me mengyeda

Dabie why you so worried
Why the fucc am I worried
Baby it's a long story
Baby it's a long story

I said it
Label my life asterisks
Who here be fly like me, nobody, nobody got my feathers
Trade me my bars with the dollars
Money all around me I don't know my manners
Where I come from they respect just the hardest
Them dey wonder how Nana no dey palace
What remains when money gets used up
Lessons lessons, like I dey class
I dey here blowing trees on the roof top
It's 4am, 20 minutes be so long
I'm a good picture in a bad frame
My demons and my angels still same
So I don't know which of them I for refrain
Feels so crazy how they think I'm sane

Where should I move to
If I try many times doesn't work should I still do
Mama imma come home soon
Real soon



Credits
Writer(s): Kwame Dabie
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