Momma grew up in a shack
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
I am a watchdog
I shut obstacles
At the front door
I am my own boss
Don't utter bollocks
Hating is not one of my awesome jobs
I ain't gon' squabble with you
I'm more resolved
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
I never had my own bedroom for 16 years
That's a privilege coz in few years I'll be a millionaire
I wasn't born rich
But spiritually wealthy
That's why I try by all means
To say things Frankly
You hate or not
We just fine
Don't test
You'll waste your time
Keep the jealousy in disguise
Have a positive mind
Be me and aim high
No matter how hard the road is
I don't give up
I persevere till I reach the light
I wrong peeps
I can't hide
But praise my doing good
And see me receive accolades
With a never ending smile
I'm decent
Generous
And very devout
Above all greatest things about me
Is that I Outshine
I sometimes thought my daddy was so rude yah
That was not until I knew that
He's a good man
Then I got to learn that
In this life we truly learn
Life's a tutor
You in a state of constant Learning every year
Life's about challenges that Demand utter bravery
I cherish my courage
As though it were my jewelery
If you let fear take over
You'll be sorry
So allow your brain to be smarter Than your body
Back then I was a loner
I chose music over being a stoner
Above all things I besought for
Was a way of dressing my persona
That's why
I'm too smart
I'm so gifted
Who's to be thanked
God
He's the mighty king
It's a lesson I've learnt
Momma grew up in a shack
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
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Momma grew up in a shack
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
I am a watchdog
I shut obstacles
At the front door
I am my own boss
Don't utter bollocks
Hating is not one of my awesome jobs
I ain't gon' squabble with you
I'm more resolved
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
I never had my own bedroom for 16 years
That's a privilege coz in few years I'll be a millionaire
I wasn't born rich
But spiritually wealthy
That's why I try by all means
To say things Frankly
You hate or not
We just fine
Don't test
You'll waste your time
Keep the jealousy in disguise
Have a positive mind
Be me and aim high
No matter how hard the road is
I don't give up
I persevere till I reach the light
I wrong peeps
I can't hide
But praise my doing good
And see me receive accolades
With a never ending smile
I'm decent
Generous
And very devout
Above all greatest things about me
Is that I Outshine
I sometimes thought my daddy was so rude yah
That was not until I knew that
He's a good man
Then I got to learn that
In this life we truly learn
Life's a tutor
You in a state of constant Learning every year
Life's about challenges that Demand utter bravery
I cherish my courage
As though it were my jewelery
If you let fear take over
You'll be sorry
So allow your brain to be smarter Than your body
Back then I was a loner
I chose music over being a stoner
Above all things I besought for
Was a way of dressing my persona
That's why
I'm too smart
I'm so gifted
Who's to be thanked
God
He's the mighty king
It's a lesson I've learnt
Momma grew up in a shack
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
I am a watchdog
I shut obstacles
At the front door
I am my own boss
Don't utter bollocks
Hating is not one of my awesome jobs
I ain't gon' squabble with you
I'm more resolved
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
I never had my own bedroom for 16 years
That's a privilege coz in few years I'll be a millionaire
I wasn't born rich
But spiritually wealthy
That's why I try by all means
To say things Frankly
You hate or not
We just fine
Don't test
You'll waste your time
Keep the jealousy in disguise
Have a positive mind
Be me and aim high
No matter how hard the road is
I don't give up
I persevere till I reach the light
I wrong peeps
I can't hide
But praise my doing good
And see me receive accolades
With a never ending smile
I'm decent
Generous
And very devout
Above all greatest things about me
Is that I Outshine
I sometimes thought my daddy was so rude yah
That was not until I knew that
He's a good man
Then I got to learn that
In this life we truly learn
Life's a tutor
You in a state of constant Learning every year
Life's about challenges that Demand utter bravery
I cherish my courage
As though it were my jewelery
If you let fear take over
You'll be sorry
So allow your brain to be smarter Than your body
Back then I was a loner
I chose music over being a stoner
Above all things I besought for
Was a way of dressing my persona
That's why
I'm too smart
I'm so gifted
Who's to be thanked
God
He's the mighty king
It's a lesson I've learnt
Momma grew up in a shack
Life was hard
I can't hide that
But she gave birth to a wise man
A nigga who's talented
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
They call me Flakes
I'm in love with 'em cakes
You sip lean
I prefer fantagrape
They ain't accounting for taste
Writer: Palo Nkopa
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