Intro:

Ayo Ayo! M7, Ebinom Klick

Obibini live on the set, ladies and gentlemen!

Ay 436, na wose s3n, Young Boss!

Yeah live on the set, listen!

Verse 1:

Bibiaa y3 causes and effects

Ask the corpses in the dirt

How you hustle in here, ebe in your pockets dey reflect

Ebe clear how much you talking simply from the way you bled

My homie get license to kill, me nipa Karma, where you at !

Only you go know the reason why you bleeding where you rest

But we no fi hear, my Sefwi thugs already take your head

I shun dey explain myself, I leave am for my bayonet

Once again Wudini won’t be proving shit to any neck

U want OB the nice guy or OB the black Joseph Stalin

Hand to your family a duffle bag with ur skull in

Tough fellows dey mellow when the bosses get em summoned

Blood oozing out ur face like you wan chop Salim

The demons with me be jealous

Stay away or end up in a box like Kellogg’s

You distort their purpose

)kwasea a w’asi wo bo, k)soaa n’3y3 woho des3efo)

3mmere no so a, m3ma y3afa wo fo tes3 cigarette bo) biaatch!

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Verse 2:

It’s like breaking a lot of rules just to make a way out

It’s all records, you might get paid or get slayed out

Spade up the negative vibes all in your head before you fade up

The dreams can change while on your way up

I’ve been in the streets like tyres spinning with speed

Bars killing on fleet, on charged venomous speech

Killing with every strike, checking in every flight

Stefanie in my turf with me sexing in every night

The vibe rose to the right coast The mike toast with a diagnose

I’m high mostly tryna focus my emotions like whoa!

Can’t stop, do not fold

I’m a trapper with a swagger ready to grab the beat and chop em

Ask OB, rap know me like balling with Shaq and Kobe

I’m a strapped OG, get the facts only

Get the strap homie, rappers get melancholy

It’s a cold world full of bitter pills

Fellaz rob Paul to pay Peter still

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Verse 3:

Abia wonny3 wudini, it’s nothing close to ur will

Nso atr) a wodii no mmere bi prolly got somebody killed

John Coffey wasn’t a monster, society no be real

I no dey fancy picnics, snakes live in the lawn still

We were boys in the hood

Nana Ampomah y3 abanoma, he’s constantly abused

His shoes got us amused

We never knew we be fools by not supporting the dude

Into a monster he grew, I heard he murdered a few

If you ever gimme water, then I owe you the sea

Real heroes no dey talk, we dey top dey oversee

The result of bad decision, devil just overdweet

That’s why I call Becky at dawn make she pray over me

Woa wotaa m’akyi from the days of Ma Story, te amo!

I remember every penny, I’m prepared to pay ya more

Mcees p3s3 y3fa mic but when they see me, they abort

Cos they know say when I dey inside, dem go see dema sorr!

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