Composure Lyrics

Yea aye

Master of the bang bang oh yea aye

It's your boy Kraftti yea yea

Chocha chocha

Aunty Rhoda

Tell a motherfucker say me dey on top coal tar

Let the mo'fucker say them see the chocha

Hmmm

Mr man on the coal tar

I know you don dey wait for long

So Tell'em make them play my sound

(Tell em make them play my sound)

E don dey my head for long so me I gat to let it out

(Me I gat to let it out)

Make you no dey hate on me

Make you no dey hate on me

I Getty my own worries

Things wey dey disturb me

Tell'em I'm older

Play time is over

And you know say this na the time for composure

Shebi I told ya

If it's about paper

Holla

Then me I finna get closer

Street turn me soldier

Depend on Jehovah

You know that

He make my way smooth like coal tar

Them go wan hold ya

Give you more closure

When them know say you be getting your cake up

So rasterman stay wise

Follow them with red eyes

Full observation when other man roll dice ehen

Full observation when other man roll dice ehen

Me I know a lot of plenty men

Wey dey wish death pon me(wey dey wish death on me)

But me I no dey send them

Cos I get my destiny (getty my destiny)

Got me steadily chasing my dream

I keep winning over and over

A lot of them be gave up on me

But that shit only make me stronger

I keep chasing direct on my dream

I keep winning over and over

A lot of them be gave up on me

But I no dey play no more so

Tell'em am older

Play time is over

And you know say this na the time for composure

Shebi I told ya

If it's about paper

Holla

Then me I finna get closer

Street turn me soldier

Depend on Jehovah

You know that

He make my way smooth like coal tar

Them go wan hold ya

Give you more closure

When them know say you be getting your cake up ehen

When them know say you be getting your cake up ehen

When them know say you be getting your cake up ehen

Shebi make I take it back to the starting

Back straight to the beginning time(ey)

A lot of motherfucker cutting ehen

But them see the boy dropping rhymes

Mama self just dey pray for me

Lot of niggas say them want to hate on me

But you see the way the things going on me

Giving God glory

Tell'em I'm older

Play time is over

And you know say this na the time for composure

Shebi I told ya

If it's about paper

Holla

Then me I finna get closer

Street turn me soldier

Depend on Jehovah

You know that

He make my way smooth like coal tar

Them go wan hold ya

Give you more closure

When them know say you be getting your cake up

So rasterman stay wise

Follow them with red eyes

Full observation when other man roll dice ehen

Full observation when other man roll dice ehen

Chocha chocha

Aunty Rhoda

Tell a motherfucker say me dey on top coal tar

Let the mo'fucker say them see the chocha

Hmmm

Mr man on the coal tar

Chocha chocha

Aunty Rhoda

Tell a motherfucker say me dey on top coal tar

Let the mo'fucker say them see the chocha

Hmmm

Mr man on the coal tar