Interlude Lyrics

Only love could bring us

Bring us to this bitter plain

Onye olewa

I beat the odds, I told them fuck this up

I'm on my grind but at the top

I pray I don't see lost

I pop this pill, they try to read my thoughts

I know it's not for fun, niggas snitch but that's on God

I stay focused and stack it up

Money's all I want, ask my hood

I kicked a door

Don't mess with me at the block

Ask around, I keep it glock

Penna on my right, we niggas shoot for fun

Joonce around, all my men go light it up

Blunt it up, smoke it up and pass it on

We make millions, I pray for grace, he showed me love

I can't give up, ask around, they know we poor

My circle's small, I tight it up and light my blunt

Okwanleka , nkpo your phone ima nzakwa

Ama m the real ones but for you my guy, imanghota

Oburo for money, gee you call my phone mmanzakwa

I just bought a Fendi socks to match up with my Bottega

Ibu, nwa ogbè ke the way

Ke ihe imma about selling everything, inwe to make a pay

I just bought a golden chain, invested up on my neck

Ni**as set the rules but some other niggas gonna break

I put the smile on my mama, I told her mom it's ok

60 bands up on each ear, I don't hear what haters say

Always on the road, cause I am not rich enough to chill

If it's real I'm gonna spill

F wit us and you get ki**ed, yeah

I was raised in the streets

Ime room any was empty, bed with no bed shit

Yeah we smoke with no relief

We stepin everyday, Nike, shoes and amiri

Every event we come, anyi ezulu your bitch

We don't want no problem but we sell with our receipts

Hold up, hold up, hold up, young nigga, take it chill

I just got a money call, I cannot miss this shit

You talk too much, say the less and put in work

I came with thugs, ask for biz I'm not for fun

I'm on the run, I stepped on men you call the cops

The street they raw, I act like I don't give a fuck

I needed them, but as the time they close the door

Talk about the things I did in the streets, Obulo my thoughts

I pray to God, forgive me cause I fucked up the lot

I'm just a nigga from the street and I came out from the mall

Ibu, nwa ogbè ke the way

Ke ihe imma about selling everything, inwe to make a pay

I just bought a golden chain, invested up on my neck

Niggas set the rules but some other niggas gonna break

I put the smile on my mama, told her mom it's ok

60 bands up on each ear, I don't hear what haters say

Always on the road, cause I am not rich enough to chill

If it's real I'm gonna spill

F wit us and you get ki**ed, yeah