I’m Mr Fantastic and summer due./I’m loving the game and very soon we gon get a room./So I can show you what the song’s about./Phony rappers see me for their back then we can talk it out./Every bar is burglar proof,if we move, we dey lock the house./I’m kicking down the door, I flip the gate, I’m laying on your couch, like what now./I don’t mean to break a Kevin H(e)art, but I’m killing this art.
I don’t base on those occasions, switch up, we changing locations./You no speed pass Lewis Hamilton, tune in, don’t change the station./Get the formula, one, cos I’ve been number two since I was three years old, or was in way back in my mother’s womb./Every track is hotter than your summer tools.
And you know as e dey go./Shawty digging me and I know she a ho*./Gold medal for the jaw, yea I know that she a pro./Everybody dropping banger, but no be everyone dey blow.
So I can let the money go, then I can bring it back one time./ Who wan try to breach the contract Baba God don sign?/Nothing pon the wrist, but they don’t even tell time./On the road to riches, all you see is thug signs.
I tell the DJ, kill it and bring it back joor./A girl could swim and dabble in my lap bro./Shut her down like she was a laptop./Make her see stars like she typing in her password.
I got stacks on me, they brought the bags to the rooftop./Racks on me, I come dey bend like say na moonwalk./You thinking you on fire,I’m in hell waiting./Hotter than a Mexican sipping gin from a shell casing.
– Payper Corleone
Life goes in circles, every word is a frisbee./ Trust another n**ga, even Bob knows it’s risky.
– Mitch Angelo
Yo my ni**a,show no mercy while I handle my opponents.Now the future’s looking brighter than socialites who be toning, and their knuckles are black.Guy,what’s f**kin’ with that?Big plans in the future as we toast to the past.Gonna ball out in the moment and enjoy while it lasts.We the new Black Stars, need a plane full of cash,Charley.
– Tec of Show Dem Camp
Strategize but in real life you don’t know what to expect. Full fledged hustler and I turned stone into bread. When we dey use head chop, y’all ni**as were spoon fed. I’m convinced that the government wants to sell ….. But we tough like Bob Marley dreads. I had a ‘Little Patience’ till I saw what they did to Majek. – Ozone
She say the way you dey fall e hand,you be turning her, to handicap.I know you thinking of wifey now,but she told me you are the side ni**a.And she told me that she like the part, where I use all the five fingers.