Still Guessing

I totally forgot how you sound like
But when I listened to you, I was like
No way
Herh
Oh my God
Like you're really good
Like I'm not gonna lie
I'm not even trying to hype or anything
But you're
I'm so impressed
Ei
Wow
I'm happy for you
Please
Tell the AG that you've found a new career path
So, the law, you don't want to do it again
You've quit

Guess who this is?
It's Mr. Steal Your Girl
I'm back in business
Here to heal the world
But first I go fuck am up plus ma ammunitions
So who dey amp you bitches?
This game be ref, you dey the rear view
Wey we dey some rare view
So don't let me ask you this shit twice
If you bitches need insight
I'll have you witness
If you nodey see this sick shit
Imma spit it in my hand and slap you with it
We dey roll like Jesus with it
Like a biblical Yeezus
Which is like a miracle
Flee, you witches
It's a lyrical thesis, dimwits
And if shit gets physical
You're gonna need you stitches
Typical
'Cause this game deɛ you for dey move plus your mind
It's telekinesis, bitches
(Wicked)
This is how everyone sees us
(Misfits)
We some intelligent creatures
(Big shit)
Heavy like elephant faeces
Wig sits on my head — as the court pleases
Telling ma Gs I'll quit this shit only when the sun freezes
Sekof I no get am easy
I no go fit risk it for the biscuit
Chale law never dey ground
Ebe hardcore
Ma nigga say ebe RBD he go die for
But chale if you be snake, you go need a cardboard box
If I detect you ebe Harry Potter Part four
I go take your witchcraft World Cup
Then part your snake head into two parts
Chale we no fit be close if enobe rap or you nobe beatmaker
See ya later
Fuck peace, hater
I nodey support peacemakers like Harcourt

This ain't no story 'bout no rags to riches
Still guessin' who's that dude who's rappin' sick shit
Dude who gives no fucks about no racks or bitches
I no dey biz
(Oh why?)
Mentee wo case
(Oh my)
I no dey biz
(No lie)
Mentee wo case
(So cry)
I no dey biz

Guess who's home though?
They called him Rude Boy D
For those who don't know
Game was too noisy
I had to cop a silencer
No po-po
So who dey amp you bozos?
If your rapper no dey rep that school that's on the hill
Like Frodo
Then yo bro, he ain't my dawg
I'm Lobo
Better crown me, dude
I'm Solomon
If you clown me, do like Pogo
Or fuck around and bruise
Loco since Cris Shaker found me
Rude, I know no mercy with the flow — like Percy
I finish with a strike like Junior Agogo
Sickest with a mic
Wonder who writes so cold
Niggas no dey like when I do my promo!
(Wicked)
This is how everyone sees us
(Misfits)
We some intelligent creatures
(Big shit)
Heavy like elephant faeces
Wig sits on my head — as the court pleases
Telling ma Gs I'll quit this shit only when the sun freezes
Sekof I no get am easy
I no go fit risk it for the biscuit
Chale law never dey ground
Ebe hard
Now I dey the Bar, boy
Senior high times wey I raise the bar, boy
I had to get booed on a Saturday night first
So the week end norr I turn star, boy
Now I be Azar, boy — number one
Lying king
See, your girl ein heart go fit to get scar, boy
So if you dey hear from me
Buckle up in fear honey
Haters lookin' dead funny
Ebe like Richard Pryor, boy

This ain't no story 'bout no rags to riches
Still guessin' who's that dude who's rappin' sick shit
Dude who gives no fucks about no racks or bitches
I no dey biz
(Oh why?)
Mentee wo case
(Oh my)
I no dey biz
(No lie)
Mentee wo case
(So cry)
I no dey biz

Fucking hater, RIP