Lit!
Hitboi Idahams
Before you pray for my downfall
Omo, make you just pity me, oh
If you know what I have been through, oh
You no go wish me make I fall, oh-oh
Man, I've been on the streets
And I still dey find money
And my mama dey pray for me, oh
And, and God dey for me, oh, oh-oh
So many nonsense wey my eyes don see
I no fit talk am 'cause my eyes on the cheese
Village people, abeg, abeg, let me be
So I play my guitar and my sweet melody
I no go go back village
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh-oh
I no go go back village
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh-oh
My mama leave me in 2015
My papa leave me in 2016
I be dey reason make I press 19
If no be God say make I maintain, oh
Upgrade my friend, maybe
They keep on sleeping 'til you take their city
Na me be the seed wey dem try to bury, oh, oh-oh
So many nonsense wey my eyes don see
I no fit talk am 'cause my eyes on the cheese
Village people, abeg, abeg, let me be
So I play my guitar and my sweet melody
I no go go back village
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh-oh
I no go go back village
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh
No be my portion, oh-oh
No be my portion, oh
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
It's STG
Ladies and gentlemen
Army boy