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Phc fc Phc fc If e drop for my motherland You go dey hear am for capital Go straight to the terminal Them go dey feel am for omoba I get goons for the east coast I came from the south side Bad boy from pitakwa When I enter the place them dey clear space Pass me the high make i reach space Now be faded for weeks, your shawty with me She down on her knees now she praying for grace I gave her the d*** now she screaming my name Big T big T no cap All my T-shirts be bigger than me The boots that i rock are all Luis V Shout out my mama she praying for me 1 Million dollars, I'll still be on the grind 10 Million streams, I'll still hop on a beat 1 Million dollars I'm up for the show I'll bring down the stage, be breaking your back Voice of the trenches Omo from the sleaze Covered in dust Buried in dirt Back in port harcourt i rep all streets No joy in the street They be running you streets All that i pray for is money on me Give me the medal i run from police Give me the medal i run from police Give me the medal i run from police Give me the medal i run from police Olokpa dey for front make you check You still dey sleep on the boy? (Wake up) Go get me a ragolis covered with foil Burn down the building i turn them to ashes Blow up the gram I'm addicted, obono felifeli Big big shirts big big boots na me dey nack am for pics Get me some fries from chicken re po po po Get me some fries from chicken re po po po Carry am come my lo-ca-tion Me and niggas we Dey pop pop up Somie body be like hot hot source She say bigT you dey burst burst burst N for the night say na hot hot f*** Me no get time for no talk talk talk No time to check on the clock clock Who be that man Who goes there (Check am) You wan dey check on my checkers (Check am) Them lock up my niggas (Check out) If you try I go check am My niggas dey talk about money Your niggas dey talk about s*x (Check am) Everything I do my n**** dey feel am Hop on the beat and you know say i kill am We done dey run up the job for the night Everyday cash out boys dey on fries Everything nice for my side with the racks No sleeping for here we cashapp for night Boy dey on Gucci you love all my vibe She wan dey hop my d Hop on my d come dey sleep on the boy? Still dey sleep on the boy? If e drop for my motherland You go dey hear am for capital Go straight to the terminal Them go dey feel am for omoba I get goons for the east coast I came from the south side Bad boy from pitakwa When I enter the place them dey clear space Pass me the high make i reach space Now be faded for weeks, your shawty with me She down on her knees now she praying for grace I gave her the d now she screaming my name Big T big T no cap All my T-shirts be bigger than me The boots that i rock are all Luis V Shout out my mama she praying for me