Rap Is Dead

How you gone cap
When you started off with rap
MI put you on a map
Fast money fast cars
Omo don’t show up
Cus I’m all about my racks
I just watch it go up
20 years up in the game never had a glow up
Till a nigga dropped with Tems
Na she make am blow up
What’s the essence
Of the hate
When you Supposed to show love

Less ego but these niggas trynna raise shoulders
Nigga pride is a bitch it’s a big boulder
Same flows
Same beats
Nigga and so what
Must be talking to A mirror
Man this Nigga so nuts

He ain’t fucking with these rappers
But he putting on some
Last album was a flop
Couldn’t tell the day it dropped
Can’t compete with Burna Boy
So he say he doing pop
Niggas capping when they drop
Niggas capping for attention when they drop
Guess it’s lonely when you been up at the top
Hoping when they make a drop
He a opp
I’mma let my shooter talk
Raps Dead?
I ain’t seen no yellow tape or white chalk
Fuck you niggas speculating
He ain’t thinking ‘fore they talk
While we should be celebrating Popping bottles
Mazletov
Nigga!

Who you don help ?
Who you don sign ?
Who you don blow ?

Inie minie miney mo
Tik tak toe
I just caught a capping nigga
Imma drag him by the toe

All that Bad Energy, give a Nigga Big Smoke
Capping in they interview yeah these niggas fake woke
I just hear another song had to put it on mute
Everyday she tell me say
What this nigga going through?
She tell me say she tell me say
Omo mehn e don do
Maybe Davido was right
You should get your own crew!
She tell me say she tell me say
Damn this nigga old news
Anytime I see your shit I just had to scroll through it
Damn
I ain’t gone lie
Man I miss the old you
Ever since you got a Grammy you been acting brand new
Solo say you no go blow
Now I can see that man view
If I ever heard you rap
I would say the same too
“Young”

Rap ain’t dead till I’m 6 feet deep
Big bird all I hear is Tweet Tweet Tweet
Damn I thought you was a E.A.G.L.E
Birds chirping in the nighttime flock with Z
Gotta blunt by the night stand
It help me go to sleep
If you trynna get to Wizzy, gotta go through the FC
Momma told me I could be
Anything I wanna be
My profession killing beats
My bravado I could do this in my sleep
Know this shit ain’t for the weak
Keep my heat within my reach

Superstar status
Feel like Tupac All Eyez on me
I put in the work and I make my family proud of me
I was born in Obalende
Made in Lagos, nah for real
Give a fuck what they talking
I’m independent signed no deals