Intro
(Yo, hello bro)
(Tama whats up)
(Yeah, It's yhucee)
(It's been a while since we heard a song from you)
(So, you know...)
I just said let me call and know what's up
Like what's been going on man?
Broo
A lot man, A lot
I've just been trying figure shit you know
Cause to be honest, a nigga been mad depressed
I've been thinking
We been at this shit for more than five years now
And yet we can't even boast of a measly 500k streams on all platforms, yeah
But then a nigga gotta eat, yeah?
Cause doing this hip hop shit in Nigeria
Is like a dream that we just can't wake up from
To be honest
I just sit quiet and ask sometimes
What if the skipping of classes and screaming fuck a degree that I wanna be a superstar
Was for nothing?
We've given our lives to this shit and if we don't get to become superstars (yeah, yeah)
We've lost both a life with a job and our dreams
Nah man (that's fucked up man)
What we finnu do bro? (I feel you bro, I feel you)
What?
What we finnu do?
(But you know what? Let me get back to you real quick on this)
Starting to see things from a different angle
I'm living Life on the edge, so my feet dangle
Put my heart up on my sleeve, scribe that on a bangle
I'm not thinking bout Jada but my mind's entangled
All the nights, I stayed awake, conversing with the devil
He told me, "slit that wrist and problems disappear"
"Get the brown, or get the white, for pressure from your peers"
"That girl would never love you, once she see your tears"
But time passed. I figured that was me all along
I start to get emotional, when I write a song
When my thoughts get too toxic, I just light a bong
I hope my mom would understand, I'm tryna hang along
Through bouts of depression
New modes of expression
One of many things, I'm looking for
The Life I lead now, I wasn't ready for
Had to go get the bag like I was heavy poor
Rainy season, ain't no running from the heavy pour
We all sinners, we ain't gonna link at heaven's door
Need a chick who's gonna ride until I'm 74
Maybe till 114
New Levels, New devils, still gotta level up
I hope in the end, this whole shit levels up
I hope in the end, this whole shit levels up
Hopeful in the end, this whole shit levels up
(Tama whats up)
(Yeah, It's yhucee)
(It's been a while since we heard a song from you)
(So, you know...)
I just said let me call and know what's up
Like what's been going on man?
Broo
A lot man, A lot
I've just been trying figure shit you know
Cause to be honest, a nigga been mad depressed
I've been thinking
We been at this shit for more than five years now
And yet we can't even boast of a measly 500k streams on all platforms, yeah
But then a nigga gotta eat, yeah?
Cause doing this hip hop shit in Nigeria
Is like a dream that we just can't wake up from
To be honest
I just sit quiet and ask sometimes
What if the skipping of classes and screaming fuck a degree that I wanna be a superstar
Was for nothing?
We've given our lives to this shit and if we don't get to become superstars (yeah, yeah)
We've lost both a life with a job and our dreams
Nah man (that's fucked up man)
What we finnu do bro? (I feel you bro, I feel you)
What?
What we finnu do?
(But you know what? Let me get back to you real quick on this)
Starting to see things from a different angle
I'm living Life on the edge, so my feet dangle
Put my heart up on my sleeve, scribe that on a bangle
I'm not thinking bout Jada but my mind's entangled
All the nights, I stayed awake, conversing with the devil
He told me, "slit that wrist and problems disappear"
"Get the brown, or get the white, for pressure from your peers"
"That girl would never love you, once she see your tears"
But time passed. I figured that was me all along
I start to get emotional, when I write a song
When my thoughts get too toxic, I just light a bong
I hope my mom would understand, I'm tryna hang along
Through bouts of depression
New modes of expression
One of many things, I'm looking for
The Life I lead now, I wasn't ready for
Had to go get the bag like I was heavy poor
Rainy season, ain't no running from the heavy pour
We all sinners, we ain't gonna link at heaven's door
Need a chick who's gonna ride until I'm 74
Maybe till 114
New Levels, New devils, still gotta level up
I hope in the end, this whole shit levels up
I hope in the end, this whole shit levels up
Hopeful in the end, this whole shit levels up
Credits
Writer(s): Uchechi Eze
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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