Hour done nack
Mutumbu chack you
You know I got recipes
F*ck wat they think of me
Rolling with shooters and scammers
They scared of this
Rappers can't f*ck me
The bars iz illusive
The flow is imperative
Plus I got the remedy
Start'am with Tuke
You end na for mutuary
Kumba boy eyes shine ..
Bafaw made swagg dey na DNA
Counting my blessings
In my sinful ways
Talk about money
I swear say I'll call u back-
Niggas be talking the talk
Time for the walk they turn be na Eboa
Running your mouth
You go rush meet na slap
King for this jungle I no need no throne
Ayyy!!
Bloggers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The numbers don't add up
The maths ain't matching
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
They didn't create it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage I see it thro
Now that I got ya attention
Go pay me my dues
I no want me that checking for dey
Put in the work
Ain't no time to de play
See the music be bouncing
Dat hip for the pop
I am ontop of these niggaz
Dat dot for that I
Ma Gabare strong
So I pin'am for here
Garte the board
Know say sicia de pay
Kumba pikin I go scatter the place
Ayy
F*ck it Am kaki
Ma raps is immaculate
I know they be hatin
But the verses be fire tho
Mbem mi madi make i-
Serve all these niggaz yo!
Cuz niggaz be thirsty
They reaching they lookin dry
F*ck the gimmicks ,no be Show Yoh
Ma music for people who got some sense
My verses be sermons
I done preach
So bring all that offerings
I no de tif
I deserve the pay
Fruits of my labour
My harvest is bountiful
Ayyy
Rappers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The stories don't add up
Their bars ain't strong enough
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
But are they worth it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
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Hour done nack
Mutumbu chack you
You know I got recipes
F*ck wat they think of me
Rolling with shooters and scammers
They scared of this
Rappers can't f*ck me
The bars iz illusive
The flow is imperative
Plus I got the remedy
Start'am with Tuke
You end na for mutuary
Kumba boy eyes shine ..
Bafaw made swagg dey na DNA
Counting my blessings
In my sinful ways
Talk about money
I swear say I'll call u back-
Niggas be talking the talk
Time for the walk they turn be na Eboa
Running your mouth
You go rush meet na slap
King for this jungle I no need no throne
Ayyy!!
Bloggers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The numbers don't add up
The maths ain't matching
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
They didn't create it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage I see it thro
Now that I got ya attention
Go pay me my dues
I no want me that checking for dey
Put in the work
Ain't no time to de play
See the music be bouncing
Dat hip for the pop
I am ontop of these niggaz
Dat dot for that I
Ma Gabare strong
So I pin'am for here
Garte the board
Know say sicia de pay
Kumba pikin I go scatter the place
Ayy
F*ck it Am kaki
Ma raps is immaculate
I know they be hatin
But the verses be fire tho
Mbem mi madi make i-
Serve all these niggaz yo!
Cuz niggaz be thirsty
They reaching they lookin dry
F*ck the gimmicks ,no be Show Yoh
Ma music for people who got some sense
My verses be sermons
I done preach
So bring all that offerings
I no de tif
I deserve the pay
Fruits of my labour
My harvest is bountiful
Ayyy
Rappers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The stories don't add up
Their bars ain't strong enough
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
But are they worth it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
Mutumbu chack you
You know I got recipes
F*ck wat they think of me
Rolling with shooters and scammers
They scared of this
Rappers can't f*ck me
The bars iz illusive
The flow is imperative
Plus I got the remedy
Start'am with Tuke
You end na for mutuary
Kumba boy eyes shine ..
Bafaw made swagg dey na DNA
Counting my blessings
In my sinful ways
Talk about money
I swear say I'll call u back-
Niggas be talking the talk
Time for the walk they turn be na Eboa
Running your mouth
You go rush meet na slap
King for this jungle I no need no throne
Ayyy!!
Bloggers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The numbers don't add up
The maths ain't matching
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
They didn't create it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage I see it thro
Now that I got ya attention
Go pay me my dues
I no want me that checking for dey
Put in the work
Ain't no time to de play
See the music be bouncing
Dat hip for the pop
I am ontop of these niggaz
Dat dot for that I
Ma Gabare strong
So I pin'am for here
Garte the board
Know say sicia de pay
Kumba pikin I go scatter the place
Ayy
F*ck it Am kaki
Ma raps is immaculate
I know they be hatin
But the verses be fire tho
Mbem mi madi make i-
Serve all these niggaz yo!
Cuz niggaz be thirsty
They reaching they lookin dry
F*ck the gimmicks ,no be Show Yoh
Ma music for people who got some sense
My verses be sermons
I done preach
So bring all that offerings
I no de tif
I deserve the pay
Fruits of my labour
My harvest is bountiful
Ayyy
Rappers be trippin
They say that they got it
I doubt it tho
The stories don't add up
Their bars ain't strong enough
So fuc you mean?
We know they be lying
To surf on a wave
But are they worth it tho
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
Fruits of their labour
Their harvest is garbage
We see it tooo
I dey me for back I buy me ma pache
De lookam too
Writer: NTUBA MATUKE CADWELDA
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