Yeah, only the real music gonna last
All that other shit, yeah
How many citizens gonne make it to that dangote spot
Allow me to retort
How many lawyers in nigerian colleges read torts
Or psychologists who think they could read thoughts
Gonne make to a billi and erect more buildings
Cashmere thoughts? that's my last year feelings
I don't wanna slay goats to feel fresh unless
They endorsing clout chasers who be claiming they the best
I guess that's how you feel when you make it from the underground
To the main stream chasing green, now a hundred grand
Feels like a milli or feels like a billi
Iono, I'm just swerving in Vancouver past a Uber
Or Calgary, reminiscing Nigerian salaries
Women batteries trapped in the failed marriages
Housemaids getting beat up on a daily basis and
People got the nerve to ask why emcees make this
Type of songs that gonne make the people listen
Yeah, that real nigga lyricism
Yeah, speaking truth my religion
I know niggas would try to cross me like catechisms
They no born them, I son them
My flame spitter style birth them, I burnaboy them
Then I just separate the O B Os from Davidos
Tell em to spit it without beef and let's see who gonne really blow
I'm Jesse jag abaga, MI abaga before the chairman
She made the booty clap for you, that's a cheer man
It's means nothing, the throne is just a chair man
Smirnoff ice is just like beer man, yeah man
So what's it gonna be homie when the fame goes?
What's your legacy gonne be without the Range Rove?
Truth is I don't need the fame bro
I could bag all of your flame hoes in the same clothes
For real, and that's facts
Yeah the real is back
The realest, the realest rapper alive
The best rapper alive is me
I guess that's how you 'pposed to feel man
That's how we all supposed to feel
618, dimeji
Shout out to Gaga though
Young Zuko, flame spitter, yeah
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Yeah, only the real music gonna last
All that other shit, yeah
How many citizens gonne make it to that dangote spot
Allow me to retort
How many lawyers in nigerian colleges read torts
Or psychologists who think they could read thoughts
Gonne make to a billi and erect more buildings
Cashmere thoughts? that's my last year feelings
I don't wanna slay goats to feel fresh unless
They endorsing clout chasers who be claiming they the best
I guess that's how you feel when you make it from the underground
To the main stream chasing green, now a hundred grand
Feels like a milli or feels like a billi
Iono, I'm just swerving in Vancouver past a Uber
Or Calgary, reminiscing Nigerian salaries
Women batteries trapped in the failed marriages
Housemaids getting beat up on a daily basis and
People got the nerve to ask why emcees make this
Type of songs that gonne make the people listen
Yeah, that real nigga lyricism
Yeah, speaking truth my religion
I know niggas would try to cross me like catechisms
They no born them, I son them
My flame spitter style birth them, I burnaboy them
Then I just separate the O B Os from Davidos
Tell em to spit it without beef and let's see who gonne really blow
I'm Jesse jag abaga, MI abaga before the chairman
She made the booty clap for you, that's a cheer man
It's means nothing, the throne is just a chair man
Smirnoff ice is just like beer man, yeah man
So what's it gonna be homie when the fame goes?
What's your legacy gonne be without the Range Rove?
Truth is I don't need the fame bro
I could bag all of your flame hoes in the same clothes
For real, and that's facts
Yeah the real is back
The realest, the realest rapper alive
The best rapper alive is me
I guess that's how you 'pposed to feel man
That's how we all supposed to feel
618, dimeji
Shout out to Gaga though
Young Zuko, flame spitter, yeah
All that other shit, yeah
How many citizens gonne make it to that dangote spot
Allow me to retort
How many lawyers in nigerian colleges read torts
Or psychologists who think they could read thoughts
Gonne make to a billi and erect more buildings
Cashmere thoughts? that's my last year feelings
I don't wanna slay goats to feel fresh unless
They endorsing clout chasers who be claiming they the best
I guess that's how you feel when you make it from the underground
To the main stream chasing green, now a hundred grand
Feels like a milli or feels like a billi
Iono, I'm just swerving in Vancouver past a Uber
Or Calgary, reminiscing Nigerian salaries
Women batteries trapped in the failed marriages
Housemaids getting beat up on a daily basis and
People got the nerve to ask why emcees make this
Type of songs that gonne make the people listen
Yeah, that real nigga lyricism
Yeah, speaking truth my religion
I know niggas would try to cross me like catechisms
They no born them, I son them
My flame spitter style birth them, I burnaboy them
Then I just separate the O B Os from Davidos
Tell em to spit it without beef and let's see who gonne really blow
I'm Jesse jag abaga, MI abaga before the chairman
She made the booty clap for you, that's a cheer man
It's means nothing, the throne is just a chair man
Smirnoff ice is just like beer man, yeah man
So what's it gonna be homie when the fame goes?
What's your legacy gonne be without the Range Rove?
Truth is I don't need the fame bro
I could bag all of your flame hoes in the same clothes
For real, and that's facts
Yeah the real is back
The realest, the realest rapper alive
The best rapper alive is me
I guess that's how you 'pposed to feel man
That's how we all supposed to feel
618, dimeji
Shout out to Gaga though
Young Zuko, flame spitter, yeah
Writer: Oladimeji Omoya
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid