What's Not To Like?? (feat. Sekani. & Lil Figurative)

Why would I, why would I I wouldn't have it any other way, any other way (the vibe is back again) You knew I was finna go first, cause Naija no dey carry last Sekani no fit carry class, my president na candyman, a jagaban Tell D.T.M. and Naniman We got Boko Haram, f*ck the Ta- (nah I'm kidding) Why would I wanna be anything other than Nigerian? Giant of Africa, could give a f*ck bout your opinion It's Comedy Central, everyday there's mass hysteria Either laugh or cry like Jah when he made Nigeria It's crazy, work five to nine and yet they still call you lazy We're the best in dragging on the Instagram No joy, e be like say we dey Tottenham Constitution no dey really come in handy, man Police and the pastors are the criminal I was Chapel Prefect, but shey you dey see me now? But I survived, it's not me that you will extort Oil dey my head, my country's greatest export Afrobeats the best music, of course I'm loud And Nollywood makes movies, of course I'm proud Everywhere you go, for sure there's a Naija crowd We don't take shit from nobody, but Canadian loud Yes, they just might scam you (with your rich ass) Oh, and your parents? Yeah, they just might slam you (with your bitch ass) Calling 911 won't save you But I promise you, Naija will change you We found ways to romanticize suffering (what's not to like?) Anti-protesters protesting the protesters (you think I'm joking, right?) It's hell on earth, man, I gotta go to heaven If I explain this shit and you understand, then I didn't explain it right, I swear Funny nation, what can I say Without the losses, wouldn't be winning today I wouldn't have it any other way I wouldn't have it any other way Funny nation, what can I say Without the losses, wouldn't be winning today I wouldn't have it any other way I wouldn't have it any other way Since I was stuck in the fetal, my first love was the Beatles Here comes the sun and yellow submarine came humming out speakers Mom and dad gave me arts and crafts so I could drum up a theater The charted path for this heart of glass was blood on the t-shirt Cause I was raised around minds that change, I got used to progress So when I see abuse of knowledge, let me be super honest It makes me wanna kill a man Cause I can't stand the thought of kids like me Growing up with stilted hands from a shitty man It felt like Nashville keeps rotting the older I get But it's always been here, what's different is what's known in my head Rationality seems fantastical, I'm holding my breath Sometimes I wish I kept my childhood, played it close to the chest I'm filling out this college application like barrels ain't pointed at me Flipping through the pages of my life like a coroner's rap sheet What's not to like though? I've grown, I've got my eyes open My mindset just like my closet, I keep tight roping The light bends up like a comet, I've seen the sky falling Knock my kidnapper unconscious, but my limbs are in bondage 007, I salute with two hands Between dread and an apathetic respect for the dead I strike the drums like faces When I work out, I think of revolution I embrace it and draft up how to film an execution Night and day, sunrise, morning, when this life is over Imma fly away, hit God's celestial shore And get swallowed up by a tidal wave Chapter, title, page might contain a misprint Is it ex-tradition or extradition Big difference, the author didn't blink, said"that's intentional Has the protagonist escaped or are they caught in the residue?" America is art, it's indebted as a common profession The biggest army has veterans homeless and starving, it's reckless I've been fed up with regret, I wanna walk where I'm headed Guess I'm left stuck with myself, but that's the genre convention At 18, I was sent across the world for my studies By 21, the image of my home is broken and muddy It's so fucking funny how distance changed the tint of the glass Ibo boy who got a C and barely skinned through the class I found a different culture and I prayed to God that I get it I'm talking harder than finding out that your mom is a bigot Was overcome by the desire to belong and be kindred Enough desire, I could go to Mephistopheles with it I thought about the times my people had me shamed and bitter In Lake Charles, so you know the trauma caging niggas I'm honestly surprised they didn't see my days diminished But after all, I guess my mama really raised a menace I never really felt safe pretending Been authentic though my own home country reputation different Didn't help that in the house, it was the same position I barely know my own voice, nobody stayed to listen Knew what I was aiming for and knew the level to go And most of all, I knew a nigga had to settle to grow So, I was hoping that a fresh start would level the road But it became the devil you know vs the devil you don't Subconsciously, fitting in became my biggest imperative I was thinking this could be the turning point in my narrative Already had the speech down-pat adjusted my character Failed at being Nigerian? Why not be an American? Figured changing myself was enough to pay for my sin Maybe if I was made anew, I'd have a way to get in In hindsight, I might prefer when I was strange as a kid Cause now I'm getting funny looks just for the shade of my skin What state am I? Confusion, fear, or under duress I went from shunned and depressed to probably under arrest I'm making friends and more aware of how to run for the best Let's hope that I don't get a gun to my chest, what's not to like? (ugh)