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Yo yo yo yo yo It was all a dream Woke up to a letter confirming that I'm a god The scoreboard don't confirm when you win, you've won Losing an award doesn't mean a nigga lost Y'all dumb fans tryna measure wizzy, david, burna With an award outside your motherland F*ck niggas always hustle validation Manipulation by the media Flipping your brain waves like an encyclopaedia You made the news, off the views, that is true You bought them views, that's a fluke, all for cues Still came online to aka yourself and thank them bots Nigga, you must be high or need a psych evaluation Dissemination of this ammunition The consequence and the benefits sometimes hits a confluence So when in a moment of truth Take off your views Sail into your thoughts like a masseuse Huh I broke the devils heart When he saw me walking alone, on his street, in the dark, with no fears Many men, many tears wey don hit the ground Ain't nobody catching The flows hits ramadan like everybody fasting B a b a tun de, now everybody cappin Real niggas what's poppin My souls being through hell and back I'll hit the cellar, I'll be back with a bag full of liquor It's time to toast with mixtures Huh Caress the mountains till they turn dwarfs He took a bite because a nigga don starve We painting pictures with a fucking cutlass My visons lit till they see my sun down Why we pissed off when they tell us, nigga calm down How the f*ck should I care about a countdown All I'm thinking is an increase in my bank account El akili ain't just peaceful you can ask around Huh Ice cold while my eyes low Knock, knock, while them niggas wearing masks though You blow your trumpet, bet the world will use a saxophone All I need's a microphone Bump me when you all alone Bump me in your study time, them lonely nights Let my words light you up, like a fuckin candle light I wrote a code to sell my dope Dressed in my coat of many colours just to prove I'm cold Grilled my teeth up like a chicken from the frozen store Polished like them girls toe nails with the gel on top Bet I'm god Tom banks told me, he a god cos he black of course Black and proud is the best I can claim on god My ancestors bitched up and they sold us all A bottle of liquor and a mirror, who's fairer now The picture's getting clearer now We gat a black president but still can't row a boat All man for himself, row, row, row, your boat This ship don capsize, black man be realistic We all know historically we so artistic Politicians making decisions like they autistic The people too slow to ever go ballistic Missiles Poverty's spreading around like measles The continent's getting fucked up with no issues Blood's flowing on the dance floor But them leaders still moon walking like a bunch of lunatics Bunch of fucking judases, with no jesus coming on sight You understand, this shit is like the blind Playing a game of hide and seek with the seer