Interlude

Only love could bring us Bring us to this bitter plain Onye olewa I beat the odds, I told them f*ck this up I'm on my grind but at the top I pray I don't see lost I pop this pill, they try to read my thoughts I know it's not for fun, niggas snitch but that's on God I stay focused and stack it up Money's all I want, ask my hood I kicked a door Don't mess with me at the block Ask around, I keep it glock Penna on my right, we niggas shoot for fun Joonce around, all my men go light it up Blunt it up, smoke it up and pass it on We make millions, I pray for grace, he showed me love I can't give up, ask around, they know we poor My circle's small, I tight it up and light my blunt Okwanleka , nkpo your phone ima nzakwa Ama m the real ones but for you my guy, imanghota Oburo for money, gee you call my phone mmanzakwa I just bought a Fendi socks to match up with my Bottega Ibu, nwa ogbè ke the way Ke ihe imma about selling everything, inwe to make a pay I just bought a golden chain, invested up on my neck Ni**as set the rules but some other niggas gonna break I put the smile on my mama, I told her mom it's ok 60 bands up on each ear, I don't hear what haters say Always on the road, cause I am not rich enough to chill If it's real I'm gonna spill F wit us and you get ki**ed, yeah I was raised in the streets Ime room any was empty, bed with no bed shit Yeah we smoke with no relief We stepin everyday, Nike, shoes and amiri Every event we come, anyi ezulu your bitch We don't want no problem but we sell with our receipts Hold up, hold up, hold up, young nigga, take it chill I just got a money call, I cannot miss this shit You talk too much, say the less and put in work I came with thugs, ask for biz I'm not for fun I'm on the run, I stepped on men you call the cops The street they raw, I act like I don't give a f*ck I needed them, but as the time they close the door Talk about the things I did in the streets, Obulo my thoughts I pray to God, forgive me cause I fucked up the lot I'm just a nigga from the street and I came out from the mall Ibu, nwa ogbè ke the way Ke ihe imma about selling everything, inwe to make a pay I just bought a golden chain, invested up on my neck Niggas set the rules but some other niggas gonna break I put the smile on my mama, told her mom it's ok 60 bands up on each ear, I don't hear what haters say Always on the road, cause I am not rich enough to chill If it's real I'm gonna spill F wit us and you get ki**ed, yeah