Vuna Cypher

(Rrrrahhh)

2024

Hmm
Yo
Came in the game no MVP
Told my bro I'll BRB
Hate so much they envy me
I heard your tape on an MP-Three
Told them check the scores over 2.5 the odds
I told em' let me cook but they didn't know I came with sauce
I'm back in the game I changed my name I made it clear I'ma boss
I framed my wall with gold awards cause I know the system is fucked
They tend to see your efforts and throw it back under the rug
Try cut me out of the picture but I know these niggas are bums
Question?
"How many rappers can do it like me and stay undefeated"?
I fucked the game so hard didn't use no pads and left it bleeding
All red came in like a demon I'm the reason your team conceding
At the top of the table all seasons trust me bro I'm not competing
I'm sick of the script
I changed the game and told them to play it my way
I'm still a Top G I paved a way I ain't no Andrew Tate
Trust me I'm still getting laid
While they living on Minimum Wage (Yeah)
I was Outside giving out these Testers
Now I'm feeling like Santan Dave
Greatness has arrived
They know I stay inspiring
My flow just like an Ak taking shots when I be firing
Yeah I'm one of one, that's clear to see
Embrace the hate and Jealousy
I'm always down to JFK and I'm not talking Kennedy
I steady give em' fire
Every song is always evident
And when I drop they jubilate
The ladies filled with merriment
Yeah the Warm up on the way
I'm coming with the wave and think this shit is Rap
I send this cypher to the grave (Uh)
(Look)
Steady be spazzing, I'm doing this shit like a beast
It's some shit they can't fathom (bow, bow, bow)
All of my niggas on this we cooking
We whipping up hits and we wipping up bangers (bow, bow, bow)
This shit a standard, yeah I hope that you listening
Heard you man is a bum and you kissing him
I don't even got time to be dissing him
I'm the main man (yeah)
And you niggas is middlemen
Who the hardest that you heard?
He's not even top 10
These VUNA Cinderella niggas getting out of hand
I ain't dissing, I ain't scared If he want smoke then he dead
I'll pull up with the hellcat and bake him like he bread
I don roll up kalakuta na why my eye e red
Adim elevated like the thoughts in my head
This na cypher for Veritas many artist no cred
We misrepresented like the Blacks on BET-
I blend in like chameleon
I don make like a million off trapping and bet
I roll up, and get-
See this life no regret
You live once and you next
So no fumble that baddie rethink am instead
Take my hat off when I rap no dey cap on a record
Call me John wick but I no dey carry Glock
My blessings dey attached Like an umbilical cord (yeah)
So when I write a verse Asap rocky, 'Praise Tha Lord'
Who be this guy? who be this guy?
He wan pull up, so he's catching a flight
His iPhone get 5 cameras and e no even get torchlight
Just because I'm wearing glasses doesn't mean I'm out of sight
So if you dey my department come talk to me I no dey bite
For the school of rap, dem dey ask who be this guy?
Wey no dey drink or dey smoke bros you no wan go cloud 9?
And e get some people wey vex me wey I dey put for mind
I for enter their matter but right now I no get the time
Because I'm on this cypher
Your babe steady calling me begging me to wife her
I japa
I cast and bind the spirit of love
Where love bin dey when my babe bin dey play me tiki taka?
Wherever you dey I forgive you, in fact waka
People go rich people go poor
Everybody cant be famous, who go sell okpa for us?
Home or away, dey come draw
Dem tell me Sporty no be the way, I still try aviator
Life don tire you give up I no go motivate you
Check your calendar see say I no fit ever date you
Wife material wetin you go bring to the table?
Child of light or child of darkness na you get your cable



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Gyang Gyang, Akang Theophilus, Akinyede Toluwanimi Solomon, Daniel Asaph, Marcus Rex Bello
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