Them say na time e go take for the life to good
Wetin occur for the lives Of OGs for hood
When them young shey them feel everything go good
Last last, dream big one day sleep wake up no breakfast
Lunch or even dinner too
Maybe then e realize say the life don go
Also then e realize say death de come soon
So cock am shoot wetin man fit do
And she self realize say that fine tree e get when e go be firewood
I no mind see your blood for my shirt my BYC
Or your blood for my knife see
Poker say all him need na better HIT
Wey go big reach to make am to AIT
Or STV, cause everything red on period
How I want take take you serious
Omo this pain na mystery and this hustle is mysterious
And niggas de wey still gats go down
Na where the last go down?
I still de my neighborhood de smoke dope with niggas wey go smoke you for dope
Like these niggas ready kill you for coke
Even niggas wey no like am fit to do am for love
And all these money for street, you put kele before funds
Make Jesus take my life, e tell rich man live life then tell poor man survive
If e be, na how e wan be no go de reason why
Na only when ashawo die, toto de kick bucket
Na 23 be this, which one be my lyrics too raw, 14 years do plus de club now de pull casket
As I hold this egbo for hand na to reason life
No be to follow you drag or to follow you fight
How much e hold? men go need fry ice
Wetin them need na 5H, wetin come board, 6 white
Baron go do am for an him na sharp guy
15 minutes later, na sharp slice them leave for him right eye
Ask why?
E go drag the ice pass twice and na him bust the least RBS
Now that scar for him face e go dey until him next life.
But e no go try am next time
When you see death koro koro, na that time you go fear life
Why I be like this? Who de sell oil no de wear white
Na money I de find, I no de like waka
I carry my bible same time palm my kala
Because f*ck up e de cold but e no de sour
I no won hear say na so e take waka
Anyhow e be, e sure for you, me I mount my cha
Die my kpa, who go mourn na your Ma and Pa
Them say if I do music I go leave the hood
I say if I do music I go like being the hood
Middle man no pick call, say e no see picker
Green sienna them Jump enter with six sitter
Kala cock, who won cough make e enter soil
Pressure no de, money no dey, boys no get joy
Ovuku follow body, na mumsi only son
Sunny gaza wey e burn all e head dey pop
Before dem reach area checkpoint na speed them pass
Na once kpo kpo follow up bullet don dey discharge
Driver lose control, kpo kpo don shoot tyre
Niggas bust down, kala raise, open fire
Before e take cover, pick pace ojor dey chase
The bullet miss him nigga by luck, e bust am for face
Ovuku don go now area don dey judge matter
That boy too humble, that boy e too like waka
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Them say na time e go take for the life to good
Wetin occur for the lives Of OGs for hood
When them young shey them feel everything go good
Last last, dream big one day sleep wake up no breakfast
Lunch or even dinner too
Maybe then e realize say the life don go
Also then e realize say death de come soon
So cock am shoot wetin man fit do
And she self realize say that fine tree e get when e go be firewood
I no mind see your blood for my shirt my BYC
Or your blood for my knife see
Poker say all him need na better HIT
Wey go big reach to make am to AIT
Or STV, cause everything red on period
How I want take take you serious
Omo this pain na mystery and this hustle is mysterious
And niggas de wey still gats go down
Na where the last go down?
I still de my neighborhood de smoke dope with niggas wey go smoke you for dope
Like these niggas ready kill you for coke
Even niggas wey no like am fit to do am for love
And all these money for street, you put kele before funds
Make Jesus take my life, e tell rich man live life then tell poor man survive
If e be, na how e wan be no go de reason why
Na only when ashawo die, toto de kick bucket
Na 23 be this, which one be my lyrics too raw, 14 years do plus de club now de pull casket
As I hold this egbo for hand na to reason life
No be to follow you drag or to follow you fight
How much e hold? men go need fry ice
Wetin them need na 5H, wetin come board, 6 white
Baron go do am for an him na sharp guy
15 minutes later, na sharp slice them leave for him right eye
Ask why?
E go drag the ice pass twice and na him bust the least RBS
Now that scar for him face e go dey until him next life.
But e no go try am next time
When you see death koro koro, na that time you go fear life
Why I be like this? Who de sell oil no de wear white
Na money I de find, I no de like waka
I carry my bible same time palm my kala
Because f*ck up e de cold but e no de sour
I no won hear say na so e take waka
Anyhow e be, e sure for you, me I mount my cha
Die my kpa, who go mourn na your Ma and Pa
Them say if I do music I go leave the hood
I say if I do music I go like being the hood
Middle man no pick call, say e no see picker
Green sienna them Jump enter with six sitter
Kala cock, who won cough make e enter soil
Pressure no de, money no dey, boys no get joy
Ovuku follow body, na mumsi only son
Sunny gaza wey e burn all e head dey pop
Before dem reach area checkpoint na speed them pass
Na once kpo kpo follow up bullet don dey discharge
Driver lose control, kpo kpo don shoot tyre
Niggas bust down, kala raise, open fire
Before e take cover, pick pace ojor dey chase
The bullet miss him nigga by luck, e bust am for face
Ovuku don go now area don dey judge matter
That boy too humble, that boy e too like waka
Wetin occur for the lives Of OGs for hood
When them young shey them feel everything go good
Last last, dream big one day sleep wake up no breakfast
Lunch or even dinner too
Maybe then e realize say the life don go
Also then e realize say death de come soon
So cock am shoot wetin man fit do
And she self realize say that fine tree e get when e go be firewood
I no mind see your blood for my shirt my BYC
Or your blood for my knife see
Poker say all him need na better HIT
Wey go big reach to make am to AIT
Or STV, cause everything red on period
How I want take take you serious
Omo this pain na mystery and this hustle is mysterious
And niggas de wey still gats go down
Na where the last go down?
I still de my neighborhood de smoke dope with niggas wey go smoke you for dope
Like these niggas ready kill you for coke
Even niggas wey no like am fit to do am for love
And all these money for street, you put kele before funds
Make Jesus take my life, e tell rich man live life then tell poor man survive
If e be, na how e wan be no go de reason why
Na only when ashawo die, toto de kick bucket
Na 23 be this, which one be my lyrics too raw, 14 years do plus de club now de pull casket
As I hold this egbo for hand na to reason life
No be to follow you drag or to follow you fight
How much e hold? men go need fry ice
Wetin them need na 5H, wetin come board, 6 white
Baron go do am for an him na sharp guy
15 minutes later, na sharp slice them leave for him right eye
Ask why?
E go drag the ice pass twice and na him bust the least RBS
Now that scar for him face e go dey until him next life.
But e no go try am next time
When you see death koro koro, na that time you go fear life
Why I be like this? Who de sell oil no de wear white
Na money I de find, I no de like waka
I carry my bible same time palm my kala
Because f*ck up e de cold but e no de sour
I no won hear say na so e take waka
Anyhow e be, e sure for you, me I mount my cha
Die my kpa, who go mourn na your Ma and Pa
Them say if I do music I go leave the hood
I say if I do music I go like being the hood
Middle man no pick call, say e no see picker
Green sienna them Jump enter with six sitter
Kala cock, who won cough make e enter soil
Pressure no de, money no dey, boys no get joy
Ovuku follow body, na mumsi only son
Sunny gaza wey e burn all e head dey pop
Before dem reach area checkpoint na speed them pass
Na once kpo kpo follow up bullet don dey discharge
Driver lose control, kpo kpo don shoot tyre
Niggas bust down, kala raise, open fire
Before e take cover, pick pace ojor dey chase
The bullet miss him nigga by luck, e bust am for face
Ovuku don go now area don dey judge matter
That boy too humble, that boy e too like waka
Writer: Ahmed Cole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid