I de feel like say na juju de worry me I no fit explain everything I de feel what I feel like mumu de worry me
Cause every little thing I do And every little thing I try
Cause every little thing I do And every little thing I try
I no fit chop food keep plate Can even ball cause the haters want me to deflate Whatever I do, they search for the mistake Some of them say that my album is worse than a mixtape Some of them smile, when they face me Some of them swear with their lives that they hate me Fake friends they pretend with their smileys Yellow and white everytime they reply me If you got beef for me, chop it up, deuces Cause no time for you hater-ation I got busy days going for the federation If e de pain you go chop bee homie Your whole street know me I brought paint to the big ass me Tony
These days all the people wey you call friends Chuuck hand for you eye and they no send Life's a bitch and everybody screws you Have my over nails to your head, I de do you The more they treat you like shit to your own anus And if you fly too much, they turn terrorist And if you try to shine too bright, they turn eclipse Some of y'all really showed love way back Damn, now you hating my success How the fuck am I supposed to relate that Am I supposed to be upset I got kicks so fly, Jet Li homie I'll be milking the game, no tea homie Quit bothering the dog, so flee homie
Why e be say na me God de wonder I started my career with a honda Too fly and I'm neva going under
If you wish me well, I go wish you well oh If you wish me fire, then go to hell oh