[Intro]
Yeah
Gang shit
Uh
Ehh
Woof

[Chorus]
I no go gentleman at all, 'tall
I no go hesitate in'a the caution
I see your fancy things, I need my portion
I tell the belly, the belly be looking gorgeous

[Post-Chorus]
True African, original (True)
Not gangsters of style
True African, original (True)
Not gangsters of style
True African, original
Not gangsters of style
True African, original
Uh

[Verse]
Most young kings, no go leave with their head
I need my money like I need my respect
They gon' hate me when I'm here
They gon' hate me when I'm dead
Take, take, take but there soon be nothing left
A critic call me no answer
So critical but they never had no answers, uh
I am not without the banker
Midas, dropping gold like I'm Mansa
Lent me your ear, I gon' tell story
Uh, wait
Me not get worried
Uh, where?
[?] problem
All the cocaine, but not many options
What they cost me ain't what they cost them
Yeah, we had dreams but you never lost them
[Chorus]
I no be gentleman at all, 'tall
I no go hesitate, I no go caution
I see your fancy things, I need my portion
I tell the belly, the belly be looking gorgeous

[Post-Chorus]
True African, original
Not gangsters of style
True African, original
Not gangsters of style
True African, original
Not gangsters of style