Daddy's Home Lyrics

Me I'm not surprised that remy JAY wants smoke

These rappers had to double up their bars

Just to make you feel their flow

Them still no blow

Every other day na Chochocho

Show workings

Tell em to bring the script cause daddy's home

Me I'm a king who's about the bread and putting food on my plate

Underground underdogs no fit understand they no fit relate

Kings foodies is where I'm at and I can fix you a plate

We're eating good over here and we still getting paid

Kamp B, Pluto, DSwitch, mini Dave

I had to name a few brands that I helped up on the way

L3vi and R3my Jay they're still same same same

He been Dick riding the law till he copied his name name name

I see you at shows with your sisters mumble rapping all day

Then they tell you to drop the mic make real MC enter the stage

Now you're pissed you never had a hit since 888

I know you're hungry for the fame cause you never ate ate ate

I'll 888 to tell you that till date date date

The trinity you believed in was fake fake fake

It wasn't right how Remy left you

now you clicking with bitches

You're always tryna make a point

But you've been gathering misses

Cezie no be the guy wey do cover to on Steeze

Why I go dey beef person wey dey beg me to enter the remix

I believe, that SamzyScopy almost had a hit

But then he go dey trust woman

now he's making IG skits

I see you trying to build your street cred brick my brick

But to cement your name you need to stay away from the kids

Somebody said I'm too loud

If I'm loud you're Sk

I had to dumb down the bars just so your fans can relate

My IQ drops anytime they try to communicate

for the street wey you dey rep na my bars dey carry weight

Who's Bliz & Color?

1 kid 1 minor

Color left the west side looking for greener pastures

Omo the battle lines been drawn and it's sketchy I admit that Color lost his flow because of the poison he pick

Who's Flo

Some random nigga that We'll never know

All these alte nigga and rocking fake designer clothes

He ain't ever been a gee that's why he's always geeling fucci

How can you be taken seriously when you sound like a pussy

Young Clinton & Fash

They're Still my kids

I had to run away from fash after the shege wey I see

Regular niggas make regular shit just

You can Ask zamid what his life would be like without on Steeze

On soft can't be hard enough to fuck with the streets

See I've done a lot for the game

I held it down for the kids

Makanaki lo ru ko mi se

No he's not my kid

Who tf wears a space suit in all this heat

He knew that he was trash that's why he changed his name

You can change the way you look but you still gonna be lame

How can you study the law and have you'll still no bars

Better stick to bombing maybe you go fit see bar

Better get to bombing

To all my kids

Now tell em daddy's home

Daddy's home

Now kids that way

Kids this way