560 States

Do you really got my back
Tell me why you on my neck
Why you smiling to my face and go back to tell em I'm wack

Do you really got my back though
Why you shitting on my afro
You know we came through the back door
And we still here for the trap though

Very soon we popping billions
Can you see how we be killing it
Your hating no dey do me nothing
And your girl be thinking about my something

Ma sprinkle meho with some holy water
I've prayed to God about my money matter
Ma sprinkle meho with some holy holy
I've prayed to God about my money matter

Helebaba babababa ey

After I dropped elevate
Obiaa se flow no dey craze
Ma ma rappers no ntumi nkeka omo ho i put them in chains

But this is just for the bros
Who've been real to the code
I know girls who got boys but still messed up with my boys though.

Yea yeah that's a fact though
Trapp trapp in the bando
Came through in the back door
Still here for trap though

Sika kasa money talks
Ba no rap a mew bulk

560 states
We gon be great
Ain't no late grace
fuck op dey place

560 states m
We gon be great
Fuck op the place
Ain't no late grace



Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Nana Yeboah
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