Celebrate Success

Keep your fans close Keep the rest far away from you Only Bad Losers Allowed If not for Adetutu this music would never click If not for Mr. Joel I would have let go long ago He guided direction, she guided the lyrics They give me a feeling, I never want to let them down They criticize, but it is constructive I vocalize, so they can feel it They criticize, but it is constructive I vocalize, so they can feel it Don't ever say you hate it Then don't tell me what to change Don't ever say I'm wack Because this money gonna flow If you ain't on my side If you ain't sharing the links If you don't tell your close friends What the f*ck I need you for People start a business But their friends are feeling jealous While other folks they just met End up being overzealous Life is funny like that Some are junkies on crack Mama watching her kids We are drifting apart You want to take from my pocket How do I replace my dollars I want to be like a king You fuckers killing my vibe Cut you off like a cancer Live my life like a hermit I got nothing to lose I got some new folks to choose Living life Doing all the things we are meant to do Chilling with the crew Who the f*ck are you Sipping our whiskey over cubes of ice Cubes of ice I got some pretty girls Dancing in the room for the hell of it They in love with OBLA He be marking them Sexting on the low He don't want to pay Don't want to pay Keep the money when it comes Second-guess all your moves Pay the people that work Let the lazy ones starve They want a slice of the cake Give them the bowl for a lick Papa getting a cheque That man a champ for real My brother holding his son They both dancing to this Family is everything But some will make fun of you They call your name like a joke They rather see you in hell Your village people at work But every year you go back You are funny my G They crush your life like Maggi They ain't got nothing on me My fixer tracking them down We might put them in jail The police in our pockets So keep checking yourself Enemies die in dreams Living life Doing all the things we are meant to do Chilling with the crew Who the f*ck are you Sipping our whiskey over cubes of ice Cubes of ice I got some pretty girls Dancing in the room for the hell of it They in love with OBLA He be marking them Sexting on the low He don't want to pay Don't want to pay