Put the blunt down
Pick Your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
(Bassman Beat)
Pick your life up
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck society
As a child i looked up
To it
But growing up
Adults are horrible
Life kills I'm just tryna
Live
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck your Ovaries
I breath on smoke
I breath on Oxygen
I died alot
Won't let it bury me
My dream girl gone
Give me STD
First son of the Family
And my tiny shoulders bears
A lot of responsibilities.
Then it occurred to me
That am the one who's
Gone get the key
To liberate the family
Together with the relatives
The exact way my father did
The figure of a philanthropist
Be a great uncle to my sister's Kids
Though I am facing a lot of Challenges and obstacles
That moment i came out from
School
My dream started closing in
This no be Hip-hop
Environment
Then i come switch go pidgin English
Been real no be an advantage
Coz i was spitting too much Sense
Yet i wasn't making sales
Making music for myself
And friends
Naija with their kind of brain
Wey only pop music dey Entertain
I no fit dey make dumb music
In the name of going
Commercial but
F*ck that shit!
I need ascertain my financial
Independence
Need money to record,
Shoot some videos and host
Concerts
When I'm fully blown
I promise to bring back
My brand in
Brethrens, I'm sorry to
Say this i failed Hip-hop
The culture ignored
Your favorite rapper
Betrayed Hip-hop
His flows were sick
And then he died and
Buried himself in Afro pop!
(That shit was hot)
Raizor Omar - Bad Habit Lyrics
Raizor Omar - Bad Habit Lyrics
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English
Put the blunt down
Pick Your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
(Bassman Beat)
Pick your life up
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck society
As a child i looked up
To it
But growing up
Adults are horrible
Life kills I'm just tryna
Live
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck your Ovaries
I breath on smoke
I breath on Oxygen
I died alot
Won't let it bury me
My dream girl gone
Give me STD
First son of the Family
And my tiny shoulders bears
A lot of responsibilities.
Then it occurred to me
That am the one who's
Gone get the key
To liberate the family
Together with the relatives
The exact way my father did
The figure of a philanthropist
Be a great uncle to my sister's Kids
Though I am facing a lot of Challenges and obstacles
That moment i came out from
School
My dream started closing in
This no be Hip-hop
Environment
Then i come switch go pidgin English
Been real no be an advantage
Coz i was spitting too much Sense
Yet i wasn't making sales
Making music for myself
And friends
Naija with their kind of brain
Wey only pop music dey Entertain
I no fit dey make dumb music
In the name of going
Commercial but
F*ck that shit!
I need ascertain my financial
Independence
Need money to record,
Shoot some videos and host
Concerts
When I'm fully blown
I promise to bring back
My brand in
Brethrens, I'm sorry to
Say this i failed Hip-hop
The culture ignored
Your favorite rapper
Betrayed Hip-hop
His flows were sick
And then he died and
Buried himself in Afro pop!
(That shit was hot)
Pick Your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
Pick your life up
Put the blunt down
(Bassman Beat)
Pick your life up
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck society
As a child i looked up
To it
But growing up
Adults are horrible
Life kills I'm just tryna
Live
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
There you have it
That's my bad habit
F*cking bad habit
Shit is bad habit
Don't give a f*ck
F*ck your Ovaries
I breath on smoke
I breath on Oxygen
I died alot
Won't let it bury me
My dream girl gone
Give me STD
First son of the Family
And my tiny shoulders bears
A lot of responsibilities.
Then it occurred to me
That am the one who's
Gone get the key
To liberate the family
Together with the relatives
The exact way my father did
The figure of a philanthropist
Be a great uncle to my sister's Kids
Though I am facing a lot of Challenges and obstacles
That moment i came out from
School
My dream started closing in
This no be Hip-hop
Environment
Then i come switch go pidgin English
Been real no be an advantage
Coz i was spitting too much Sense
Yet i wasn't making sales
Making music for myself
And friends
Naija with their kind of brain
Wey only pop music dey Entertain
I no fit dey make dumb music
In the name of going
Commercial but
F*ck that shit!
I need ascertain my financial
Independence
Need money to record,
Shoot some videos and host
Concerts
When I'm fully blown
I promise to bring back
My brand in
Brethrens, I'm sorry to
Say this i failed Hip-hop
The culture ignored
Your favorite rapper
Betrayed Hip-hop
His flows were sick
And then he died and
Buried himself in Afro pop!
(That shit was hot)
Writer: Ezeoma Gerald
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