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(Alpha Ojini)

Hey God

Hey God

Na only, na only you

(PayBac Iboro)

I’d still be better in another life

Niggas big mad but they not as nice

Cut through beef, you’re a butter knife, sorta nice

I’m nice like 08 Gongo Aso with the squad

Squady for the bottle right

If I get the cake, split it off

Give my brother a slice

Your brothers starve, you did otherwise

I don’t ask permission or apologise

Oya wey you, oya cut cheque

Funds, funds, funds, funds

You’re gonna watch be pop, give you life in the process

You’re my sons, sons, sons, sons

Niggas diss me, you ain’t getting no responses

Well maybe once, once, once, once

Ain’t my fault I’m better than y’all niggas

Please get off my balls, balls, balls, balls

Niggas yarning dust, dust, dust

Bros just stop

Yarn too much dey make man fuck up

Been the greatest rapper even on the come up

But since that nomination man my price went up, up

Say you touch us

That’s where you lost us

Phone is off, off

Heard you didn’t get a mention

And they pay me attention cos I paid the cost, cost

(PsychoYP)

Pay up

I did this shit straight from the lay up From the

Andale!

Had to be straight up

Told the label they cannot delay us And I ball I ball like the Lakers Rolling veggie I’m rolling up acres

Yeah rolling green man I smoke like Jamaicans \Yeah back to back man we doing up races

Yeah man you niggas know nothing about that

There’s a lot on the table

I push work like four five days in a week

And I’m still strapped with a cable man

Fuck it man I’m still strapped with a knife

And I’m still riding with a dyke

Haven’t popped off but Balencies all white

Hunnids in the bank and I’m feeling alright (Alright, alright)

(Zilla Oaks)

Came in as a novice

Now I got no stress

Man’s getting hard not to notice

Back then I had no rest

Since nineteen, this kid’s been sicker than COVID

They say boss boss no vex

No be just small verse

Omo man this one explosive

Blew my mind with a bit of my progress

I got everything locked and loaded

Vibes and energy nigga the process

Gunshot, Zilly Z on Pop reloaded

Fuck my enemies that’s what I told them

Young East Lord came back to smoke them

I’m from a city where the kings is golden

Started from this ABJ yeah we told them

Most of these niggas I started with jonzing

But me and my camp we go definitely show them

No vex say I dey on doings bros

You know say e dey cost to be the boss

I paid my dues and cut my feelings off

I put in work, they only doing chores

I’m serving Ls they say a nigga blunt

It’s only facts I’d hate to be the judge

But you ain’t been buzzing I hate to tick you off

You were popping then e no mean say you hot

Everything for industry na content

See as we dey give them with the concept

Never been on Complex but I’m too complex

Oga boss wey you eh come check

They keep saying that this nigga up next

Put the whole set on the map, the circumference

Thicker than bloodshed, five star wanted

Should I keep preaching or should I say much less

(Alpha Ojini)

Wey you, oya cut cheque

Funds, funds, funds, funds

I get upset when you say Iʼm up next

Imma tell yʼall just once

Tryina get on top, bunk beds

So I stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt

Me I just wan flex till Iʼm hundred

I want funds, funds, funds, funds

These niggas live off commentary

So pay them no mind and they die

If I type SMH I’m lying, my crown is heavy

That’s real talk plus a little pride

Soul is permanent, clout is temporary

And chasing numbers is a high

I just direct and star in my shit, Tyler Perry

No shame, Imma be remembered for life

This longevity starter pack

Hanging with OGs done taught me lessons

How to call plays like a quarterback

Knew I would fuck up the game so I sought permission

All I see is glorified copycats

How can you prosper

You’re too busy forming weapons

Won’t be too long till they fall back

I mean who wouldn’t

This right here is Armageddon

Today feels like a good day to tweet something complex

And watch people take it out of context

You drag me I drag you, let’s get upset

Since we’re all mad and we’re all jobless

I know say I talk say me I must pop but

Not if it’s short for popularity contest

Can’t cut corners or chase clout to cut cheques

That’s what I’m saying in a nutshell bro

(Vader The Wildcard)

Widcard

Alpha how far now?

When your money can barely scratch the surface

Please tell me what is the consequence

Obviously you can’t afford the Benz

The ladies tell you let’s just be friends

Your homies tell you it all depends

You notice a dip in confidence

Exactly why I’m hustling

Omo for this rap they gats build me a monument

You know your life is sweet

When Oluwa dey use him hand sprinkle the condiment

Please keep me out of your thoughts

Rather put me in your plans

Nigga don’t give me a cut

I’d rather have my advance

Underdog, success is my undertone

It’s either me or my other clone

Either I’m king or there’s another throne

Yeah na Zuma Rock be my cornerstone

(Payper Corleone)

Yeah

It’s your man Corleone

Eh yo Ojini what’s popping

Don

Look

I show out more without coming for practice

Look

Break records on the verse

Yeah the song got a fracture

The smarter you move

The greener the pastures

Stunting on the run

Mind’s photogenic so broads trying to capture

Take me on Maui yeah

I’m a boss I should get served

Seun Kuti of the trap cos I came with a big bird

Express myself without using the big words

She finds my gangsta attractive

Told her big sis, you ain’t never gonna pick nerds

Steal all corners

But we going corporate the very day that the street fails

I be senior man

Make them run am for me

You no go ask for my details

Head of the family

I propose a coin toss right now and I pick tails

And you know you’re really that guy

When your side chicks put the money up when you need bail

(Hotyce)

It’s Red Hot

After I kill shit I don’t even feel shit

I’m numb numb numb numb

End up on my hit list you don’t wanna risk

That’s dumb dumb dumb dumb

Showing my ass then I tell em all kiss it

Don’t forget the tongue, tongue, tongue, tongue

I was on the road boy breaking that biscuit

Talking that funds, funds, funds, funds

We popping our shit getting popular

Paparazzi spot us coming from afar I’m guessing they got on binoculars

I need my pockets on muscular

Straight upper cut when I aim for the jugular

They wishing I fail

They see me and put up a twist in the tale like they Oliver

You ain’t a leader

I don’t believe ya cos you got followers

I am not cool with your crooked arrangements

Cos I profit off all of my statements

For your bookings and making your payments

Get the number and talk to my agents

Bout to make me a move that could make em all double my price again If you don’t make It at first it’s better you get up and try again

Ayy

I don’t know how to behave when I’m pursuing this shit

Manoeuvre the cliff

Be sure that I’m touching the paper like some masseuse in this ish Soon as I flew in this bitch

I had em hating cos they not included in this

That’s how we grooving and shit

All you could get was a shot

Still you was shooting to miss

I got the plan to see me pull up in a Lamb

Off the shit that I do with my pen

Making a jam

Opening feelings and letting my listeners in

Yeah