This obsession for rap started when i was seven
Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them
And all the shit you went through
One, two, this one's for you,
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
I think you and your friends
You ask for my two cents
One, two, this one's for you,
Bird gangs, it was birds i flew
I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine
One two three four five six seven eight nine
I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
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