[Hook: Rumor]

Make eno do you like things no go be cos you trailed or you dey fail
Make you do you like you no dey see nobody else just keep it real
When you wake up make you give thanks
And continue to dey pull strings
Ego rain, ego get stormy
Tell my adversaries I'm sorry, they no go slow me, down

[Verse 1: Rumor]

Waiting to settle on the promised land
Of this ghetto, I no be resident
Only a passer by, if God can be pacified
And the odds amplified
I go probably say goodbye
To all the pain, all the struggle
You've been in chains like nunchucks
This long hustle go drive you insane cos you know that you can't fly
When you stand strong quick sand tries to suck you
Back at home you never hear I love you
You're from a broken home but you never see the rubble
Walk outside and tough guys cracking they're knuckles
Keep your eyes averted cos you want no trouble
Pass wondering if it's because or in spite of you
Looking over your shoulder
Is it paranoia or the cowardice inside of you
That's deciding who you become
Only thing keeping you alive is the prospect of freedom
And you let it inspire you
You were trying to stay alive for the love of your life
You used to keep her company and then she fired you
You trying to do dirt cos you're hurt
Don't lose sight of your true worth
Spitting all this wisdom they asking if my tooth hurts
You heard that me, me, I'm the baddest kid
Tryna bag the baddest chick
I dey on my hustle tryna stack some chips
Them say dem do am, them never do it like this
Ha! Except death may we never be severed from whatever endeavours
[Hook: Rumor]

[Verse 2: Rumor]

Yeah, I came this close to being a father
I was bothered by the news
The surety with which she communicated it too
Said it wasn't one of those maybes
She was definitely pregnant and we were having a baby
My whole life flashed before mine eyes
Everything that had happened the luscious V of her thighs
Contemplating getting a 9 to 5
Cos music had never paid
Not a sue in my name
And being a man is more than having a mean shoe game
See you shooting for the stars well that means you aim
And go brεkεkεkε
I tell you mabrε kεkε
Every Christmas we prophesying afi sεsεε then we blow up
But Santa clause will never show up
The reaper trying to have the harvest of the sower
So I plant my feet in the soil
All this heat and toil better feed you
And all your family, or breed insanity
You died internally cos you gave up your fantasies
Often too scared to seek
Oh man that's sad to see don't be a casualty
Open up a new chapter there's family to look after
So what you can't take a big step take lil ones like you dancing the cha cha
Happily ever after may probably never happen
Exactly what you grappling with has to be one of the factors
Of your success of course, don't go off course
[Hook: Rumor]