Lyrics: Andrew Adu-Blay/Kuuku Eshun/Kyauta Pengel
Music: Andrew Adu-Blay/Kuuku Eshun/Kyauta Pengel
Yah
Woah
Blood
I got homies in the back
As I’m running through the year
Popo creeping but you know that i cannot be Scared
Bad Belle got me aiming for that head
Big Bag of Chalice and I’m smoking like a Dread
Whoaaa
Chief Kellz
Kellz come the trap with the Gang Plan
Y3 kakraa aba that be why she dey kick a handstand
Dead Men, na y3 y3 b3y3 10
If you die unfulfilled wo y3 samantw3ntw3n
We up in the city hope you with me
I’m hella grateful
Some dey sleep the bridge under I tell you nothing be pretty
Memb3 finesse w) Avenor y3 begye wo feeli feeli
My part of town 18 year old sef go
Fit to touch a milli from typing a laptop
Pictures getting clearer s) light no
Get me a back drop
Y3 te 4 junctions twi twi mu a Officer se hands up
You know that I can’t stop
Odo kakra sika bebree in p3 fit make her pants drop.
I’m smoking a dread ade3 no asi me mu Ei
I no fit handle am joe obi m3 gye me du Aye.
I’m still growing still careful of what I dey say
I’m through showing you my heart we just go fornicate
Take am like a tweet 3ny3 dabiaa you for be serious
These days all thee turn gay or them
Be curious
Mede3 m3 k) so throw blood te s3 menya me period
Road man M3ny3 road kill before they bury us.
Trees I was serving ya
Jeez you was scared and all
Keys make you sneeze sneeze please ma me Tylenol
I was out here trynna some cash with my man and all
I get familiar face everybody say we meet before, you say what’s up.
I got homies in the back
As I’m running through the year
Popo creeping but you know that i cannot be Scared
Bad Belle people got me aiming for that head
Big Bag of Chalice and I’m smoking like a Dread
I got homies in the back
As I’m running through the year
Popo creeping but you know that i cannot be Scared
Bad Belle people got me aiming for that head
Big Bag of Chalice and I’m smoking like a Dread
I got homies in the back
As I’m running through the year
Popo creeping but you know that i cannot be Scared
Bad Belle people keep on aiming for that head
Big Bag of Chalice and I’m smoking like a Dread
I got homies in the back
As I’m running through the year
Popo creeping but you know that i cannot be Scared
Bad Belle People got me aiming for that head
Big Bag of Chalice and I’m smoking like a Dread
And I’m Smoking like a......
Clipse
I'm writing scriptures when I light the spliff up
My mind dey spin when the B*****s **** and papyrus twist u
Don't like the liquor cuz it turns me to violent B*****s
I won't taya, give up to acquire figures
Like a trigger fired, hot
Seen my niggas trying luck
Stressing got 'em banging on some shit they ain't tryna ****
Wired up
Till I got my block right, I'm avoiding writer's block
I'm the nigga who dey bring loud to the quiet spot
My plug told me he a savage in his days
Cuz he always had strap up when a package on the way
He was yelling F the jakes, he can't have 'em in hiS space
They demanded couple K's fore let em get away
But he got it back
The well-connected making calls Koti try dey slack
And I admired that
So I'm steady grinding where I fi to do the same shit
Don't forget the dash when you think of A-Clipse
B*****s