Shhhhh !!

What a joke
Mandela
Spence A Blah

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

I'm a boss boy, not a boy to the boss
Not a lost boy, take the profit, suck The loss
Goodie goodies na lie, na soul he Want
Clever darkness yea. this evil wants It All

All the ideas I have bringing, will be Using, make me This sick, and you Receive the sins
Hot flows, I'm overheating, over Taking Sober sinking, codeine Sipping, tell me What you Speaking Maybe gibberish

He going to trade souls for souls
Make foster folks, turn them to fools
Make a star, shine and compose
Be a king and and you eat from his Toes
No

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

I Gun them down like Osama
When I spit, danger like karma
Question wen I ask, na money na one They answer
This flow is mental, essential and Detrimental

I dey spit bars, so I stand behind the Bars
And behind the bars, I broke the Verse, reveal the Foul, Exciting offers Intact, Then offer declined

Thank you
Listen

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

I'm banging and hustling and looking For money and Fame
Turn to the devil to give it to me
I had to do it, again and again

A blah
Bad Mandela
Spence
Money