Letter

Yo men what up
Am cool bro
Alright
Alright
I've see a negga on the
Street, he is holding the bag
I want pull the trigga
What do you think bro?
Hahaha
Hmm

Wow

Ano dey grind like this
Fuck you. You dey see say adey move on
Man i no be rich abi true don
Figa say we go move buh wo y3 real jhon
Now you dey my hood her
You dey blow hong

Fuck your clouds my negga
You dey fucked up
We did it one we did it two buh you fuck up
My money dey flow buh still adey check up
All the long talk afi wei am fed up
How many neggas dey die for a brother man
If you dey catch koraa them go find another one
Believe in another plan
When the last one said is all thing set
Then me at the fist imma still go regret
Still is it sin that am chasing bag
You are faking drip with your own school money

Why
Men why do always said you are my niggas
In your songs
I don't understand
Tell me Why
Man
Flow why

Ah

For all my negas
Day ones are my gees
I stay with my bross
Anogo repeat
We chasing the bag we still ain't complete
Am facing a problem buh still no defeat
Am killing the peace
3ka nipa baako kraa ano see your face
Adey on my lane
Adey on my lane
Me ho kyere me koraa ano dey hia your grace
Open the gate
Open the gate

Kuami adaroma kweku meti chains
Am keeping my words the rest should remain
Am training my negas others should mentain



Credits
Writer(s): Kuami Lexis
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