18yrs Lyrics

18yrs - Omar Sterling

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Letter to my young self, 18 years old

You just finished school, what's next? You don't know

Life is really hard, dig deep and find gold

Never bend, never fold

That is often being told

Society thinks you failed, but my bro no way

Next year, you go jam, you go jam all year

Ɔmo abɔdam, you be man, no fear

You have faith and read Qur'an all clear

Fast forward, just look my eye

I'm too legit to quit

They never told me my momma had been sick

It took me twelve months to know she lost her speech yeah

Every now and then I sit and reminisce

Swag supersized, I'm too polite to diss

You too precise but hit and then you miss

Been through a lot, look at all my scars

18 years old, next year we'd be rich

Chill bro, 'cause next year we'll be rich

You and Kojo dey plan stowaway but that's a fucking risk

Youth with a vision, you on a mission

The universe backs right actions, just be positive in your ways

A hungry free man, or a well-fed slave

You, Mugeez and Killbeatz go blow bigger than a grenade

You'll be known around the world for the right reasons

You fly seasons, all from the music that you make

Dreams do come true, dreams do come true

You can be whatever you put your mind to

Your heart is filled with love, filled with thank-you's

And that will help open your eyes to what you blind to

Letter to my young self, 18 years old

You just finished school, what's next? You don't know

Life is really hard, dig deep and find gold

Never bend, never fold

That is often being told

Society thinks you failed, but my bro no way

Next year, you go jam, you go jam all year

Ɔmo abɔdam, you be man, no fear

You have faith and read Qur'an all clear

Fast forward, just look my eye

I'm too legit to quit

They never told me my momma had been sick

It took me twelve months to know she lost her speech yeah

Every now and then I sit and reminisce

Swag supersized, I'm too polite to diss

You too precise but hit and then you miss

Been through a lot, look at all my scars

18 years old, next year we'd be rich

Look to the other side, you know the brighter side

There's light at the end of the darker side

Results of the sacrifice, my bro is Paradise

All your dreams will actualize, not otherwise

Aura of a little child, they screaming what a vibe

Brains of an old sage, they asking what's your tribe

We're here to help a soul

You came to pick a fight

Mindset of a conqueror and so I'm not surprised

You and your bredrens 24/7

Will be on top nti pretty boy shɛ den

Please take it easy bro don't be fed up

You start as a rookie, boy you'll be a legend

Nothing can touch you, no man and no weapon

You live as you like however you working

Life will be beautiful and you will be happy

So please take your time and have a thought for a second

Letter to my young self, 18 years old

You just finished school, what's next? You don't know

Life is really hard, dig deep and find gold

Never bend, never fold

That is often being told

Society thinks you failed, but my bro no way

Next year, you go jam, you go jam all year

Ɔmo abɔdam, you be man, no fear

You have faith and read Qur'an all clear

Fast forward, just look my eye

I'm too legit to quit

They never told me my momma had been sick

It took me twelve months to know she lost her speech yeah

Every now and then I sit and reminisce

Swag supersized, I'm too polite to diss

You too precise but hit and then you miss

Been through a lot, look at all my scars

18 years old, next year we'd be rich