Pragmatics Lyrics

Ah

Yeah

2011 I was fresh out high school

With a big dream

I been Dey reason study law for Uni

But as the case seemed

I never really had the time to put it all together

Graduation day I Dey house Dey write application letter

In between teaching publicizing or a factory worker

The Hustle Dey body way back no be today my brother

You See the system gon fail you but don't fail yourself

Blame nobody when it gets tough that's how you train yourself

And Keep your head low on MGS mode

Every move on stealth

Don't always spend your money on drips

Just to prove health is wealth

It's real life

Young ikorordu boy trynna make a name

Before impersonations on Facebook we had a decent aim

Now every youth awake at 2am

Phone Screen ,system backlight on our face like damn!

How did we get here?

Looting,Embelzments , on a high chair

The welfare part split to a side

No we need our fair share

Police popping bullets like it's COD

Whoever DIE(s) is none of their business

It makes no difference

He was barely 16

Dark skin body lean

And like the movies he seeing

Wants to chill with d kings

He joined forces with kings

But never understood the consequences

But who s fuck cares he needs an iPhone

And couple benzes

Life hard , it's everybody's Mantra

The government doesn't care

He's been hearing that since his age of tender

Now he linked up with some dudes

Dey told him how his gon do

Bruh u gats wise if u wan do this yahoo

Few weeks later he got comfortable with this internet scam

Zero conscience he was making the Bam!

He buys a brand new Nike and he shows it off on his gram

This the life I want fam

The Bitches Dey

And money Dey for account

2 months later he filed a benefit for

42M

The job clicked

Good damn!

He called his whole crew

we gats go celebrate for Island

It was 10pm

doing 150 on the 3rd mainland

Vapor smoke , weed, booze

every eyes don lean

He didn't see it

There was a 20ft container upfront

We heard a ….

And the story is done

Omo , mmmh

The story is done

Live fast die young

live slow down young

I'm still scared of looking good in public

I could catch a

They put 2 on his chest

Cause he looked cool in a vest

Now he dripping from the drip he dripping on

What a mess

His crime was too young to be rich

I couldn't fathom it less

His murders are men in uniforms

With their names on their chest

But no investigations is pushing

His mother's heart is aching

Cardiac arrest is knocking

couldn't help the over thinking

She passed away the night they laid him to rest

His family drowning in tears

Tell me how bad does it get?

Mmmh

Omo

Tell me how bad does it get

Tell me how bad does it get.