[ Featuring Dotche ]
(Crucificxo)
(Intro)
Until you look in to your eyes
Confront the things that give you fright
Embrace the terrors of your night
You won't unleash the beast inside
Everyone dies not everyone lives me and my guys we gon get lit
Life is a diary, daily entries when it all ends you won't be alive
Me and my guys we gon get lit, slicing the pies, catching the trips
Seeking the highs, chasing the thrill, life is a dream, experience is real
Me and guys we gon get lit! up in the sky no limits exist
We organize so we can uplift, we run the city this is legit
Plug up my guys cos I'm the device, I will extend until we're alright
Caught you a pie, Queen of the night, everything tight
We're gonna rage, crazy insane, I dey my lane, I can't complain
How could you hate? you're looking for grace, God is amazing, He knows my name
Edo my veins, Lasgidi my place, you suppose know we no dey look face
We own the game if you wanna play, you got a bet, we love the stakes
You're not the guy cos I know the guy, you're in phase 1 I'm like mode nine
We no dey fight but if you insist, you got the knives, we got sixteens
We no dey sly, we no dey snitch, we dey Naija but we plead the fifth
Don't break the law you're smarter than this,
If you do a crime hope the family get rich
(Chorus)
Until you look in to your eyes
Confront the things that give you fright
Embrace the terrors of your night
You won't unleash the beast inside
Me and my guy we gon get lit
Me and my guys we gon get lit
Me and my guys we gon get lit
We gon get lit we gon get lit
Me and my guy we gon get lit
Me and my guys we gon get lit
Me and my guys we gon get lit
We gon get lit we gon get lit
(Dotche)
Me and my guys we giddy for Naij we jiggy for life
Gidi dey stress me I trap in the day and ball in the night
Nobody vex me or I go snipe your girl like Wesley boy
Watch me drill this beat I'm coasting Pop that we smoking
I no go lie I feel I'm chosen, got my eye on the price I'm focused
And my girl is so hot she molten, got your girl on my pole she voting
Chocho e sweet o, how many gyal dem chinco
Titi, Chisom, them dey feel how I switch my lingo
Things don dey sup for the clique o, my guys don dey soft I believe o
Twelve still pack boys for the street o, true talk no be song i dey sing so,
I dey package well but I'm clean bro, break bread and split with the team bro
Tick Tock see time wey dey knack so, bring Clicquot for my amigo uh
Written by Itohanosa Arthur Oronsaye & Chukwubuikem Oguzie
