Headtop Buss From Luss

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Do what you want
You, I'm talking to you

[Verse]
Headtop bust
It's 'cause of this lust
Too many fuss
Was tryna get up
Pattern a view
Validate moods
Shelling out fumes
Spelling out doom
It's a burning desire
But your soul, it require
I weren't always a trier
But my brodie a trier
Gotta vibrate higher
Or your life get drier
Like a punctured tire
Are you tired?
I gotta stack this Naira
So that my aunty's life get finer
It's what I'm telling myself
But her kids are already her wealth
So much so, she said it herself
Told me, "Don't wrestle yourself"
But if it ain't me, I'ma wrestle the world, world, world, ayy
Winners waiting in the wings
Tell Bojo free up the tings
Will he get close and miss?
Turn to a bozo, God forbid
Winners plotting in the flanks
Working, start the session giving thanks (Thank you)
Shorty watching where I ranks
Talk about long term business plans
Chilling outside of Sam's, sixty seconds, nothing long
If you're not on what I'm on, these tricky tekkers Heung-min Son
If she bad, turn Jamie Lang but black, slip and I might grow fond
Ah, shit, now I'm writing songs
If I get rich, then it's easy
Tell Bojo his lyrics are tired
Look around and it isn't inspired
Empty street, but the feds on sirens, what?
As if only disturbing the silence (Dickhead ting), what?

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Do what you want)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You, I'm talking to you)
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Constantly working, is it even working? Once I'm immersed in, you don't wanna know
Couple tings emerging, it doesn't have to perfect, bruv, we deserve this and you already know
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Already know)
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