PS2

[Produced by Michelin]

[Verse 1: BlaqBonez]
Now I pull up in Gucci from the top down
I’m with a model and she don’t smile
In public because of star sign
It don’t a make sense but I respect that
But back at home we having crazing sex
Sloppy when she working it I can tell you she American
When we hit the club, we popping bottles till like 5am
I whip the Mercedes like i stole it from Albanians
You know I had to walk on a distance
Grew up inside Lagos but I’m eastern
They no dey tell boys but the lord no wan gree for am
When the gbеdu drop e dey burst up their waist span
Waist pan twist whеn I spit man
Twist and they rolling you know me no need assistance
They know na my turn anything selling in instant
You no fit relate you get real fans
Boy you no get real fans

[Chorus: BlaqBonez]
Made it to where I am at it’s a blessing
Cos back when I was young, I was reckless
Played PS 2 with my tuition
From a broke ass dude, I’m a magician
Thank God for Melodies in my head still
I for no fit to feed all my family
Now every time I walk in a section
I got 50 baddies come in my direction

[Verse 2: A-Q]
Real life experience You could tell my fears
I don't sell music I sell you ideas
Ideas in songs I try to tell my peers
The reason I keep winning is cos I'm self-aware
For every wrong I did I engineered repairs
From the day I went public I only sold you shares
Y'all bought what I was offering for a holding share
That's how you got stock on my whole career
For my 5years investment I got No idea
250k dollars capital for a page I shared
Floated a whole company without a dime from here
Ask me how I did it... I'm like No idea
A 20 year career of just hope and fear
Some sold me dreams some sold me tears
Some sold me nightmares I had to rotate my gears
Found Blaq the goose that laid the Golden eggs
Found Jay you know the news you know his dead
Found you, you know yourself you know I bled
Found 100crowns when all hope was dead
I gave hip-hop some of its Golden years
I found platinum plugs I put my soul in there
Raezy pls tell ‘em how they stole my shares
Good girl LA I pray you blow up this year
Ckay came knocking on my door that year
Congratulations guy it's all platinum I hear
I still open doors we don't close around here
I still got enough for more young careers
Tell me wetin I no fit do guy hold my hold my beer
But me I no go lie this game is cold I swear
You let a nigga drill a hole in your rare for money and fame
And you ain't even homo or queer, it's like Sodom in here
Me I stay focus I'm clear I roll solo and yeah
Carrying you rappers my whole career
Fuck your link up I rather be alone is this big house
Acrylic couch, lying in silk sheets sitting on polyester covers
Fuck it the girls love us
If you don't get the picture, get a screen shot
Even in low res, there's no mix up
It’s hard to keep up, nothing to discuss
Even in low res… it's no mix up
I'm clear...

[Chorus: BlaqBonez]
Made it to where I am at it’s a blessing
Cos back when I was young, I was reckless
Played PS 2 with my tuition
From a broke ass dude, I’m a magician
Thank God for Melodies in my head still
I for no fit to feed all my family
Now every time I walk in a section
I got 50 baddies come in my direction