8pm in Warri
My dream dey my head, I no care how you feeling
My dream dey dey ahead I no mind for the critic
I'm a born leader, I dey rep my City
8Pm in Warri cuz I'm back in my city
I dey call Ephraim make we lap for the joint
Dsc roundabout I go stop before you turn
I dey text Albert, I'll be back before she comes
Popo wan stop me I go ja before you come
Mo ma ja before you come, Kilo ko me pelu cult
Im a civil working boy and I'm working with law like legally
No anomaly
But I still dey drop bars like normally
Back then me and bro were selling eggroll
And buns in the streets of Warri
So don't humor me, stunting on me u no dey touch me OT
We coming out the dirt like we Michael Scofield
Since 19, I've been steady on a dream
Call me Malcom I wan X for the streets
Trip to Hong Kong w the fam and it's peace
We link in London and we calling it a truce
I've paid my dues, come walk in my shoes
E get a lot of goons wey go clash for the gate
I wan secure my fate, Alakoba the benzes
Mercedes in trenches, I got a lot of taste
Secret walls of Venice, I wan dey up to date
You no fit off my light cause I no dey hibernate
Calculate all my steps cuz I no dey trafficate
I coming for these millions currently in chase
Even though it's a marathon you niggas shouldn't chase
Ejoor n Paragon, my brothers up to date
4 the streets we dey para gan, we running up the place
RIP Kemelade, it shouldn't have been you
Back then me and bro were selling eggroll
And buns in the streets of Warri
So don't humor me, stunting on me u no dey touch me OT
We coming out the dirt like we Michael Scofield
Richard na my guy and we locked in for real
Music na my shine, there's no dunking on me
Solo na the guy with the ladies fr
I'm telling you with time we go drive the Bentley
So I'm getting all my chasis matching
I'mma take the backseat of a maybach actually
Or rolls Royce cullinan, when I step in who be that
Nigga badder, who be that
All these Rappers Dem dey cap, Moving like Michael Jackson
I'm a take a fraction of your lil earnings
I dey give you joy from my inner furnace, I'm stacking my pain
Then I dish and serve it
My dream dey dey ahead I no mind for the critic
I'm a born leader, I dey rep my City
8Pm in Warri cuz I'm back in my city
I dey call Ephraim make we lap for the joint
Dsc roundabout I go stop before you turn
I dey text Albert, I'll be back before she comes
Popo wan stop me I go ja before you come
Mo ma ja before you come, Kilo ko me pelu cult
Im a civil working boy and I'm working with law like legally
No anomaly
But I still dey drop bars like normally
Back then me and bro were selling eggroll
And buns in the streets of Warri
So don't humor me, stunting on me u no dey touch me OT
We coming out the dirt like we Michael Scofield
Since 19, I've been steady on a dream
Call me Malcom I wan X for the streets
Trip to Hong Kong w the fam and it's peace
We link in London and we calling it a truce
I've paid my dues, come walk in my shoes
E get a lot of goons wey go clash for the gate
I wan secure my fate, Alakoba the benzes
Mercedes in trenches, I got a lot of taste
Secret walls of Venice, I wan dey up to date
You no fit off my light cause I no dey hibernate
Calculate all my steps cuz I no dey trafficate
I coming for these millions currently in chase
Even though it's a marathon you niggas shouldn't chase
Ejoor n Paragon, my brothers up to date
4 the streets we dey para gan, we running up the place
RIP Kemelade, it shouldn't have been you
Back then me and bro were selling eggroll
And buns in the streets of Warri
So don't humor me, stunting on me u no dey touch me OT
We coming out the dirt like we Michael Scofield
Richard na my guy and we locked in for real
Music na my shine, there's no dunking on me
Solo na the guy with the ladies fr
I'm telling you with time we go drive the Bentley
So I'm getting all my chasis matching
I'mma take the backseat of a maybach actually
Or rolls Royce cullinan, when I step in who be that
Nigga badder, who be that
All these Rappers Dem dey cap, Moving like Michael Jackson
I'm a take a fraction of your lil earnings
I dey give you joy from my inner furnace, I'm stacking my pain
Then I dish and serve it
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