Billboards with Anuoluwapo “Sandra” Majekodunmi
Unfolding to embark
Some pieces have to click
I made some hundreds with the stars
And my dummys in the mix
The fans only getting bars
Maybe just a pic
Then I'm sending my regards
I gotta dip
I'm splurging on the card
And keep the money for the strip
All that hate in niggas hearts
I see it how it is
Naav we made it to the charts
I was just tweaking in the crib
Contemplating moving far but
Sinking in abyss
My display of brutal art
I ain't think the shit would stick
Around the states I ring alarms
Come back with trinkets for the kids
A lot of aching on my arms
For always clinging on the rim
Or holding weight in niggas thoughts
Or sweeping in the wins
Take it how you want
Don't think the shit'll sit
And don't wait on niggas love
I don't think the shit exist
Too much prey for us to hunt
Too much schemes that needa script
When I was staying in the slums
Slumped dreaming 'bout a lick
And waking up to crumbs
Niggas feeding on the gift
I lead by how I live
And I been living on my ones
Playing teacher and the jit
That's how it be, that's how it been
You affi leave it in the front
Or leave it in the wind
Some pieces have to click
I made some hundreds with the stars
And my dummys in the mix
The fans only getting bars
Maybe just a pic
Then I'm sending my regards
I gotta dip
I'm splurging on the card
And keep the money for the strip
All that hate in niggas hearts
I see it how it is
Naav we made it to the charts
I was just tweaking in the crib
Contemplating moving far but
Sinking in abyss
My display of brutal art
I ain't think the shit would stick
Around the states I ring alarms
Come back with trinkets for the kids
A lot of aching on my arms
For always clinging on the rim
Or holding weight in niggas thoughts
Or sweeping in the wins
Take it how you want
Don't think the shit'll sit
And don't wait on niggas love
I don't think the shit exist
Too much prey for us to hunt
Too much schemes that needa script
When I was staying in the slums
Slumped dreaming 'bout a lick
And waking up to crumbs
Niggas feeding on the gift
I lead by how I live
And I been living on my ones
Playing teacher and the jit
That's how it be, that's how it been
You affi leave it in the front
Or leave it in the wind
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Writer(s): Michael Bonema
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