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Truth is I haven’t slept for a couple days A cup of caffeinated paracetamol for the pain I cannot explain my recent moment of clarity But life is a dream if death is reality So I’ll keeping being me Authentic, pure, no additives The secret to longevity is always rewrite the narrative Repeat it in Swahili, in Igbo or perfect Arabic Truth translates in all languages Excuse me while I Take the floor Quiet down Tell the doctor thеre’s still beef inside my diet now You bеcome a target when you make it up to higher ground Pray the only shots I ever take is when I’m buying rounds I hate the irony of Covid 19’s arrival On a generation already obsessed about going viral Thinking if I miss the time when only fans were disciples Nowadays Only Fans is another mode of survival I know that money doesn’t grown on trees I know the root of all evil is in the heart and not in currency So I put some faith in people But most of it goes in property ‘Cause I no dey that beard gang I’m in that SongtexteLandlord you better pay me my rent gang I’m in that Tear rubber no license plate over here gang That if you getting up You know I’m taking your chair gang That big money sweet But always better to share gang I know that it’s my year gang But I’m still that same boy from Ikeja Tailor made flow every measure Megan the Stallion knees Sexy, but built for the pressure Real as they come feel the texture So I would tell my professor Remember the name, but don’t forget There’s no “h” in the ‘Eso’ No rodents have claim to my cheddar Wrinkles or stain in my leather Many would pay for the pleasure So I build the fanbase Paint the landscape Worried I’m getting sicker Lost my sense of smell and taste For the jealousy Is there a Covid test I can take Even before the virus man I didn’t do handshakes Pull up on my handbrake Baby make me swerve Dotting I’s; crossing T’s Leave my mark with every word A signature is just an autograph That says pay me first Even when the drip is heavy It doesn’t always quench the thirst Ooouuu Damn! I’m all about the bread But this jam Hard to be G.O.A.T When these rams Hard headed as fuck I can’t Anyway Anyway That be their own palaver Me I know say I dey wrap You know the flow shawarma Me I know say I dey trap From here to Guagalada Shoutout to my homies In Jalabias and white Agbadas Aus Songtexte Mania