Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
People always dying in the hood, stood
And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood
But the hood was always in my heart
I know my calling's worth like phone card
Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business
I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Always gonna be the first in my prime
The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
Say a grown man can separate lust from love
Take a look cause i'm back in business,
Introspective, always in my own mind,
You can search but you'll never find
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