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Yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm
Huh, yeah
I've been keeping this one for a while
This one's just for me, know what I'm saying

I no really got the time
I gaz sleep, gaz wake up
Get the bread
Barely time to rhyme
If it ain't about business
Waz my business
Don't hit up my line
Bitches be capping to stick around
But you know they be lying
Gotta stay on dime
I no really

Give a fuck
Be on my own shit
Stay in my lane, can't complain
Dey on my own p
Step in the booth
Hearing (XL)
Knowing it's gon' hit
Every time, every time, every time, every time
This nigga don't miss
Vibes
Hop in the coupe and I drive
Nigga just look as I rise
I go blow up for your eyes
A ti dey, I go take what's mine
Na today, I go show my style
Na who dey? Just me and my guys
No dey play hater in disguise
I no rate am, see you later
Talk for my back
No dey fake smiles
Gate keeping, oshey gateman
Lane keeping, gaz stay sharp
No loose guard
I give them GAP
Moti japa, I don go far
If you feel say my raps na attack
Be like say na you get the quanta
E no matter, I dey kill them go
Like Burna Boy, I be on the low
Luwa low-key steady on the GOO
Since double TT's I be getting dough
Getting mo', getting mo', getting mo'
I dey tease her, ah shogbo
On her knees now, oh no
Moti so fu è mon bo

I no really got the time
I gaz sleep, gaz wake up
Get the bread
Barely time to rhyme
If it ain't about business
Waz my business
Don't hit up my line
Bitches be capping to stick around
But you know they be lying
Gotta stay on dime

I no really got the time
I gaz sleep, gaz wake up
Get the bread
Barely time to rhyme
If it ain't about business
Waz my business
Don't hit up my line
Bitches be capping to stick around
But you know they be lying
Gotta stay on dime
I no really

Care enough
Niggas really think
I won't call their bluff
Feeling villainous
And I'm going up
Hitting instruments
And it's summing up
All the hate and love
All of these niggas been giving off
Dropping hits
Back to the back to the back
There's just no way
I'm giving up (yeah)
I dey rap, I dey sing
Since 15, I coulda been
On the streets
Popping the percs or the bean
Stayed on track so my fans gonna see
That I dey run this shit for real
All the wounds for my chest never heal
We no dey for court so I no dey appeal
If you no like am, men
Someone else will
Keep scrolling, fuck your opinion
Imma keep going, nigga, I'm HIM
Bitches be hoing, they ain't know where I been
I just been sowing, doing this for the fam
On the block where I could've gotten shot
Ain't no neighborhood watch
Just kids throwing rocks
Face and my back, niggas would mock
Hated the fact I wouldn't tell them to stop (no, no)
Done chasing
Validation
E no concern me if you hating
On the internet, steady complaining
But your life is shit
What you saying?
Saying this and that
Issa wrap like the gifts
Dropped in this track
Straight shots and I don't miss with the gat
We bouta put UB on the map
Bitch!