(You 2 Sabi)
"Omo oro mi badboy kilo n lor?
O wanbe wan le gbe ige si,rara
Oshamo pe mo wa pelu e, won o to, aje
(Yeah)
"Wahlahi"
(Badboyyy)
Just stay focused keep your head up".
Aiming for the stars and I'm just steady bussing
Not enough rounds or my trigger finger tired
Got my crew on deck, we the new Wu-Tang
I got rage in my pen, I got pain in Pen
I gambled on myself I swam against the current
I fought against the odds, circumstances of my birth
How many Ls did I take, smiles wey I fake
Soon as my back hit the wall, they all just laughed in my face
I want my roses when I'm here, what's a tulip to a grave?
Imitation and flattery, what's a critic to a fake?
Lost a friend to the drugs, its all fun till not
And you telling yourself, "he made choice and he knows"
Violence and vinyls, going round in circles
The hood that I'm from, the truth I subscribe to
The making of my art, the cracks that I slid through
The content of my heart, I am a teacher and a vessel
(Yeahh)
(Look)
Staring at the mirror like the barrel of the gun,
My knees getting weak, my back is getting tired
Like it PTSD all you mans getting triggered
I can tell that they mad, and the other half just bitter
Need to clear all my doubts or the thought just lingers
Is heaven really real, got no choice than believe
Cah where else would Manny go, rest in peace to a gee
If heavens in the clouds, share the link make he stream
My mom say I should smile more, open up to her more
Wanna know the story behind the pain in my eye ball
But you scared to speak, cah you fear they wont understand you
Solitude then finds you, to trust come dey hard you
Trying find balance, navigate through the struggles
Skip through the hurdles, feel like you losing your grip, tryin to hold onto your purpose
Beauty in the chaos, its all violence and vinyls