First Sermon
Roll it tight and I'm dazing
pay me if you owe me
Cause life on the skreets be so crazy
e dey get me high on a daily
The music gotta start paying me
I no know what dey delay me
For the fame I fit wait I'm not crazy, But give me what I deserve i been waiting
Been a couple years in Accra
And no one knows how I survive
I wake up everyday and trap
And I've been on this grind all my life
Ano go lie this life no be new to me
Cause life has been sending it's nudes to me
I no dey like how it looks for real
So I can’t stay calm for it to fool to me
Cause everyone know i’ve been hustling/trapping
Go ask Panin about me
Everyone knows i’ve been a hustler/trapper
Go ask Panin what my street name is
CHORUS
Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt,
Can’t fold, ten toes till I'm late
I bet you dunno where I'm from it's do or die we no fail
Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt,
VERSE 2.
Fresh from the under jigga Too cold
Traplife life jigga, live from the zone
jiggy on the outside inside oh!
give me some few months I'll be fucking up shows
Make them no lie you we got the sauce
and it’s just me and my bro’s
the Juice on our side is over-flowing,
so Tell a man make them compose,
And like I said, keep it locked and keep it gangster
Just like how I came, too mysterious, nigga’s blessed fam
when the placebo is knacking, you for check your body and check your appearance
[tell a man make he check ein appearance]
Cause everyone know i’ve been hustling/trapping
Go ask Panin about me
Everyone knows i’ve been a hustler/trapper
Go ask Panin what my street name is
CHORUS
Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt,
Can’t fold, ten toes till I'm late
I bet you dunno where I'm from it's do or die we no fail
Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt