Mentality

I was turning nothing into something
Man go sleep only for coffin
I already been whipping the doe
Now I'm just baking the cake in the oven
I got the sauce and the juice
Even when I no talk they go write'am for news
They don't make 'em like this anymore
No one keeping it real anymore
I just focus on what is important
So much weed neighbour brought me a warrant
Talking global I'm not talking local
On the throne so you know it ain't vacant
All man know say my own truth dey blatant
We live in a world of Satan
I no need for cut yi fragang
Man play na back hand
Na only before man no get fo look back
How you order shack wey doe no dey your bag
Repping so hard now we all on the map
Put the map on the back only for you to start
Ya first song you dissed me and then that was that
Pussy no fit be yi combi with rat
I no need fo talk men dem know say I bad
When man pass you boh no shame for carry yi bag
How would I respond to somebody coming at me if he ain't even coming with facts
How you want me to react when I hear your raps, me I feel say something di lack
Show me your numbers and stats
Assuming your fans listening I go with the Math
Faker than you ain't no faker than that
Hit the streets with the facts ain't no caps in my raps(yeah)
Don't expect a child 9 months after ejaculation
All this while you were on your own so it's safe to call it masturbation
I be in the studio so long when I go out I don't mind fornication
I'm legit all over my nation I'm always in any conversation
Hear me through
Di men dem soft I no need sef for chew
Lock ya mop you go do what to who?
I got hits, I ain't talking a few
We still have to see what your lyrics could do
Like a god a make miracles too
Nobi ma name but I'm lyrical too
After this, I go drop some more tune
After this, you must know Cameroon
My flow sick, been fly, get flu
Big talk, follow through big moves
Legal permit say I only battle crews
If they strong I come back with a battle bruise
You don't have a clue, can't fit in my shoes
I don't have to rap to show you what I do
You go still loss if I take you comot stroll
Ya man dem on the net wanna troll
Every bar I ever drop raw gold
237 splash here we go
Mboko mboko I go knack am till I go
Papa never knew I turned into a GOAT
Mama be don know say njaka sabi flow
Fuck around I split your body from your soul
Fuck around and put the brother in a hole
Rap star reptile blood cold
I don't got the time I'm killing in a row
I don't have to fight I'm aiming at your dome
Stacking racks and parking bags on other bags
Back to back I'm blacking out on every track
Dey like chap we finish shack then we nack
Dak ma chap only fack inside dark
Uhhh yeah
Bad how, bad how, when I start men dem know say inspiration no fit lack
Foup-fap Nyangono, Grand Barack
Give them raw rap
Play'am inside snack
Man open mop I cover'am with slap
Sun knack ma back cover'am with sap
Sun knack ma head cover'am with cap
Watch night style work sleep for sharp
Uhhh