Illy Bomaye

I appreciate
I really do
From my heart
Yeah
Your time will come
But for now weather the storm
Appreciate where your blessings come from
You wrote me off tryna put the boy in a coffin
Said I wasn’t worthy of this acrilate and this recognition
Sorta like I lost the keys to my ignition
So I hotwired the whole shit
And kept the car moving nigga
*** of the furious, every step miraculous
Every step directed by the most
I still hear it dropping bangers back to back
How I turn my back in the midst of back stabbers
I lеarnt a lot of lessons
Counting every singlе blessings
Never stressing over basic shit
Im on my fifth album
Feels like a youngin
With the soul of a veteran
Way badder than black belta twelve them
The flow martial arts
All I do is spit poisonous darts
Do the maths while I sit on top of charts
Never been in the greater zone
Just wanna be left alone
With my thoughts might come across
Igbo version of ricky ross
Slight semblance of biggi smalls
Or so they say
This the day when all the struggle
And the hustle pay off
Im in a different spirit
Trap, lamba cultural and nigga yall kill it
I tell my nigga suspect we still gon make it
Made a couple mistakes
And blunders in this crazy business
But its all good
Cus when you look back at all the greatness
You say God I thank you
Grateful
Illy Bomaye
I appreciate
I really do
From my herat
Yeah
Always giving in my very best
Till they lay me down to rest eternally
Ive been ahead first mentally
Then financially had to pick the locks to the game
Found my lane so I stayed in it
Fucking king **
Stopped signing artists for a minute
It never ends how it started
I wish you luck
Make it on your own
Nobody knows how you make it regardless
Just make it
Cus the end justifies the means
Counting my greens
No drums
No precautions
Im just here dropping knowledge
In and out of college
Soak it in show courage
If your mind and your soul permits
Too many humans turned reptiles
I fight the vomits
Still sane in the land of the mad
I jut I down with a pen and a pad
At times type with my phone
Toss a stone if your hands cleaner
Still a bread winner tryna buy a fume
Or ovens you get me right
That’s it