Motherland Black Magic jazz on me
This Bakala people dem di check with me
Cameroon 2.3.7 leans on me
I leave that petit rappeurs dem for back house
Stuck in Yaounde they think it's first class
Sylvie Enow you sef u di nyè me
Etangti momanyang running Jozi
Bayangui Godly flow from Heaven
Show you pepper positive rebel
Comot from Bafoussam we the best
Them tok say na flash inside frypan
When they see me they bow, nigga wash hand
I be garri inside sand sand
Kush clouds in the indoor
Top down got me feeling like Sim Dope
Swerve swerve in the benzo
Joburg fk the world like a nympho
Smash hits by the chuck load
My squad full of cut throats
Every award show I am in the front row
As far as awards go I do the utmost
Fellas say the music is a weapon
Now you tongue tired of my presence
Everything I do is truly epic
First Class flight I am relaxing
Seating back sipping those champers
Supa mega I am established
About to send the Uber to your address
Boy dem want die for ma cake cake cake
Shawty wanna murder for a date date date
See them walking on my streets like na pay day day
I be blowing hits all year
Selling out shows all year
I see you hustling to get there
You know I am already there
U sef you know I don′t play
I be blowing big stacks back in my place
Eating bush meat up in Mamfe
Popping my motherland Rozay