The street is my hustle!
The street is my office!!
From ojuelegba remember?
P.R.O for the boss
Always faithful in the rain and the sun
Twos I back then you saw with the tie
Co-prate shirt with the ko-ko shoe
Twos I who you saw washing the clothes
Small-small to get some dough
Talk about the times we sold dope to hang on
Feels good when the money grease the hand
Business before pleasure
No time to waste
No free meal in a free town so they say
I love the path I tread
Though coming up the rank twos;
Dejected moods…how’s tomorrow gon be
I lived with this torture everyday on my mind
Coming up the ranks!
I’ve seen fake niggars acting
People who won do what really they are not
Its better they hate you for whom you are
Than being loved for whom you’re not
Can’t blame them,
Everywhere seemed sealed
It’s like a mad rush of water when that brother finds a way
Everyone’s heading to the same direction
Whatever happened to being steadfast?
Original and true
Where the fucks are the ideas of this many-many people?
We not all just a phase of black and white
There be colored screens
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