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Yeah, my powder's chill, I want to get everything inside, don't worry yourself, so I've ticked.

We get envy, we get hate, we get love, my powder's chill.

We get peace of mind, we get good mental health inside the pot, I swear.

With so much katakata in Nigeria, it's kinda hard to focus on only G .O .D.

But I keep my head up for better days, in case he pass, not to hold and give him better bass.

My only prayer midi school is no go fuck me up.

Cut the fight, cut good blue person, leave for club.

Cause it's blocks, don't they play with you, yeah story.

No minor rigor, eh -eh, Ghana equal talk.

Get your thirty answer, my polo ruff.

Keep your soap, no money, now we take the bath.

If you deficit, not allowed, now they make me spit.

Take my plug number, 080 -SPIT.

New benz, amen.

New crib, amen.

Vacation, amen.

New money, amen.

Nah, so it could be for me, I don't know for you.

Nah, good life, I define, no be part of still.

Investment, amen.

Contract, amen.

Corporate bodies, they called, I want to, amen.

Nah, so it could be for me, I don't know for you.

Nah, good life, I define, no be part of still.

I don't tell you to follow my demons, fight or argue.

I say be say, I'm no fake winner.

Give me the backwood, parka lean, death is pride.

God speak in, but my mind not devil food.

We not filmmaker, more less we put one for sin.

No be our fault, now we think the system tell us.

I know, many guy me when they graduate with Ph .D.

No work for them, only wire, now they TLS us.

They give girls when no lover.

Nah, so you think, she.

You no know how much you see, pay.

Mama charlie, they hazard, the rest.

Not my lifestyle, who they do want to impress?

Where you dress?