STORIES
(C'mon boys we hit the jackpot this time)
Yeah
I'm in the studio with Siz man (My guy Siz)
Don't even know it's Zynoh by my side
(Crazy)
(It's crazy out here)
(Yeah)
Deep in the Trenches (Trench)
I gat some brothers they act smart, But never knew they were dummies
(They were dummies)
I was never naive,so why are you looking at me like thief in night
See he's looking surprised (Why?)
I can tell that he's frighten (How?)
Hustlin' hard not this Voodoo thang
I reverse it (But How?)
Allah is dealing with em', now they paying their price (Haha)
I might served them some Food (Rice)
Why she screaming Jesus (Christ)
Why she yellin unto Christ(Christ, Christ)
When she demand and I supply at her price (Price)
She knew I'm one of a kind (Kind)
I told my nigga to
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me stories)
(Yeah)
I gat a lot of stories to tell
Why they trollin' on me as hell (As hell)
Have you ever been in love and Who you love didn't love you back(That shit crazy)
I'm always talking to my demons, I find it hard to sleep at night
(Always talking to my demons, always talking to my demons)
I don't know when I might have the fame or a dime when this Distrokid will pay
Let's talk about Sule (Surulere)
He died by his fate
Brawl with a digga (Damage)
At the spot he was stabbed
(Stab, Stab, Stab, stab, at the spot he was stabbed)
We can never go lackin', so don't think we both are dumb (We ain't dumb)
Fake Life on the Snap,So don't always act numb
Everyone has to act fake before they become a real nigga or some
(Some, some, brody send all the funds)
Pack all bags without issue (At all) My hands are dirty I need me a tissue (Take, take)
I don't want frame without love or I might grab me a pistol
Shout out the fake love from your head (Head, head)
We're the Boss, brother you can tell (Tell, tell)
Real life thang, Keep it real but watch out on your peers (Bro)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
(Uh)
I'm not a fool, i know who i can call my Brody (I'm out)
Yeah
I'm in the studio with Siz man (My guy Siz)
Don't even know it's Zynoh by my side
(Crazy)
(It's crazy out here)
(Yeah)
Deep in the Trenches (Trench)
I gat some brothers they act smart, But never knew they were dummies
(They were dummies)
I was never naive,so why are you looking at me like thief in night
See he's looking surprised (Why?)
I can tell that he's frighten (How?)
Hustlin' hard not this Voodoo thang
I reverse it (But How?)
Allah is dealing with em', now they paying their price (Haha)
I might served them some Food (Rice)
Why she screaming Jesus (Christ)
Why she yellin unto Christ(Christ, Christ)
When she demand and I supply at her price (Price)
She knew I'm one of a kind (Kind)
I told my nigga to
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me stories)
(Yeah)
I gat a lot of stories to tell
Why they trollin' on me as hell (As hell)
Have you ever been in love and Who you love didn't love you back(That shit crazy)
I'm always talking to my demons, I find it hard to sleep at night
(Always talking to my demons, always talking to my demons)
I don't know when I might have the fame or a dime when this Distrokid will pay
Let's talk about Sule (Surulere)
He died by his fate
Brawl with a digga (Damage)
At the spot he was stabbed
(Stab, Stab, Stab, stab, at the spot he was stabbed)
We can never go lackin', so don't think we both are dumb (We ain't dumb)
Fake Life on the Snap,So don't always act numb
Everyone has to act fake before they become a real nigga or some
(Some, some, brody send all the funds)
Pack all bags without issue (At all) My hands are dirty I need me a tissue (Take, take)
I don't want frame without love or I might grab me a pistol
Shout out the fake love from your head (Head, head)
We're the Boss, brother you can tell (Tell, tell)
Real life thang, Keep it real but watch out on your peers (Bro)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
Tell me all the stories (Tell me)
(Uh)
I'm not a fool, i know who i can call my Brody (I'm out)
Credits
Writer(s): Ilupeju Fawaz
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