Oluwa Michael - Wayward child Lyrics

You are not a king
Or my pharaoh
Me i no dey chop
From your payroll
Ice on my ears like
Am Quavo
Me i no dey hear
What you say ooo
She say in the room
I'm monster
Always talking
Crab like a lobster
She swallow my
Dick like a pornstar
Then i plant my
Seed like a mustard
Hmmm
As i dey give am
She go dey feel
And never give
A f*ck about who
Be your nigga
If she arch her
Back for me
I go deliver
She call me a cheat
When I'm just a
Sinner hmmmm
Michael
You too get liver
Say you no dey fear
And you no dey
Shiver
Why would i be
Scared na my men
Dey pull the trigger
Posted on the block
All day with
My killers
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Don't look at me
And act uptight
Raised in the street
I was born to fight
Call me a rebel
I dey hate
Advice
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Don't look at me
And act uptight
Raised in the street
I was born to fight
Call me a rebel
I dey hate
Advice
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Nigga
I'm a wayward child
Surely
I'm a wayward child
I no dey
Take advice
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Nigga
I'm a wayward child
Surely
I'm a wayward child
I no dey
Take advice
Nigga is so cold
Outside
Made a lot of
Sacrifice
Na why i no
Dey pay my tithe
Steady grinding
Day and night
Me i just dey
Live my life
Haters want
Make my ship
Capsize
But i know that
My future bright
Cause for the
End of tunnel
E sure for light
Hmmm
Omo tenna
Give me loving
And care wey
Dey tender
I dey try
I dey grind
Still be member
See the drugs e
Dey help cool
My temper
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Don't look at me
And act uptight
Raised in the street
I was born to fight
Call me a rebel
I dey hate
Advice
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Nigga
I'm a wayward child
Surely
I'm a wayward child
I no dey
Take advice
Surely
I'm a wayward child
Nigga
I'm a wayward child
Surely
I'm a wayward child
I no dey
Take advice
Dey for your
Lane oh
Make i dey for
My lane oh
Dey for
Your lane oh
Make i dey
My for lane oh
Hmmmmm
I say
Dey for your
Lane oh
Make i dey for
My lane oh
Dey for
Your lane oh
Make i dey
My for lane oh
Me i no
Dey look for
Their trouble
Me i just
Dey face e
My hustle
Just want to
Live life and
Bubble
Make i pepper
My uncles
Make i do what
I wan do
Make i
F
Who i want to