Lyrics

I was turning nothing into something

Man go sleep only for coffin

I already be whipping the doe

Now I just bakin the cake in the oven

I Got the sauce and the juice

Even when i no talk they go write am for news

They don't make them like this anymore

No one keeping it real anymore

I just focus on what is important

So much weed neighbor brought me a warrant

Talking global am not talking local

On the truth so you know it aint vaccant

All man know say my own thruth dey blatant

We leave in the world of satan

I no need for cut e fragant

Man play na back hand, na only before man no get for look back

How you order shack wey doh no dey for your bag

Reppin so hard now we all on the map

Put the map on the back only for you di start

Your first song you diss me and then that was that

Pussy no fit be e combi with rat

I no need to talk men them know say i bad

When man pass you boy no shame for carry e bag

How will I respond if somebody coming at me if he ain't even coming with facts

How you want me to react

When i hear your RAP

Me I feel say something di lack

Show me your numbers and stats

Assuming your fans listening and go with the math

Faker than you ain't no faker than that

He just stripped with the fact ain't no caps in my RAP


Yeah, don't expect a child nine months after ejaculation

All this while you where on your own so it's safe to call it Masturbation

I be in the studio so long when i go out I don't mind fornication

Am legit in allover my nation

Am always in any conversation

Hear me through, this men them soft

I no need for chew

Lock your mop you do how to who?

I got hits I ain't talking of few

We still have to see what your lyrics could do

Like a God i make miracles too

No be my name, but am lyrical too

After this i go drop some more tunes

After this you must know Cameroon

My flow sick, being fly get flew Big talk follow through

Big move legal permit, so i only battles crews

If the strong I come back with a body bruce

You don't have a clue Can't fit in my shoes

I don't have to RAP, to show you what I do

You go see lot if I take you comot strow

Ya man dem on the net, wanna tro every bar, ever drop

237 slah here we go, Mboko, Mboko i go knakam till I go

Papa never know, I turned into a GOAT

Mama be don't know say Njaka sabi flow

F**k around I split your body from your sooul

F**k around and put a brother in the hole

Rap style, rep type blood cold

I don't gat the time am killin in a role

I don't have to fight am aiming at your game

Stacking rags and packing bags

Back to back ama blacking out on every trap

Dey like chap go finish shak and then we knack

Dak my chak aonly fack inside dark


Uhhh, yeah


Bad how, bad how When I start

Men them know say inspiration no fit lack

Fup fap, Nyangono, Grand barack gi them raw RAP

Play am inside snack

Man open mop I cover am with slap

Sun knack my back cover am with sap

Sun knack my head cover am with cap

Watch night style work sleep for sharp