Yeah, there's some shit in my lungs
I like the way I feel though
Hey, yeah
No time
AO, Ma-, okay (Ma-, okay)
I be in the lab like Dexter (word)
She said "I'm a bad texter" (okay)
Only chick I listen to Alexa (word)
And you know mans is a big flexa
V-E-C is a big flexa (oshamo)
AO machine, big flexa (okay)
Self on the beat, big flexa (uhn)
Omo, mans is a big flexa

Arrhhh!
I might have to fake my own death (skiibi)
Life’s for rent and me I no Dey owe debt
Have been this before 2010
This beat Dey carry me go my old tent
I might be a lil rusty but I still got it
Fine girl say hello to your future baby daddy
All y’all lil rappers are my kids and ain’t no custody
I Got that type of shit that makes a proud n***a say sorry
But that’s by the way
Am so anti social I might even skip my weeding (aye)
I ain’t like n***as
Those beggy beggy n***as
Those La leech N***as
They say it’s all love but lowkey they be hating (aye)
Money on my mind
Always on my grind
7 days ain’t enough I need me extra days
Yea I work hard
But I ball harder
Life so sweet doctor said make I slow down maka diabetes

Onwe bedi ife ifu nwanne
Anyi tua down, clear way nwanne
Ego mbuta, odiya nwanne
Pulled up with ambulance 🚑, money dead weight nwanne


I be in the lab like Dexter
She said "I'm a bad texter"
Only chic I listen to Alexa
And you know mans is a big flexa (uhn)
V-E-C is a big flexa
AO machine, big flexa
Self on the beat big flexa
Omo, mans is a big flexa