[Produced By David Angel]
[Intro]
Hermes flow on my luxury rap
Right?
[Verse 1]
Hermes flow on my luxury rap
How you gon front with my city on my back
How you gon stunt if you paying for her tax
Still dodging them hits Jack Robinson of rap
Funny how n***as tryna live off rap
Wonder the boy from the north got the hood on smash like that
Started from the back at the back of the lab with my pen on the pad
Now i got rhymes on my mac i ain't even gotta type off the top of my hat
Rick Flair with the rap
Talking stacks on stacks
Newports smoking packs on packs
Me against the world still on my 2Pac like that
Fresh off the scene and i'm riding down Maitama
With a pocket full of green looking for some malo tings like my n***as all do in Kaduna
Shawty bad like her momma in the finest designers
Like the new Chimamanda
With some Americanahs and we back in Abuja
n***as got a lot of nerve tryna step to me
Bar for bar you ain't sh** to me
Car for car you ain't riding b
Got a lot on my plate no place beef
Top down riding with a couple gs
All white beamer like I play with keys
Down with the shows for the proper fee
Baby this right here what its post to be
[Bridge]
I'm wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin'
b**h i'm wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin'
b**h i'm wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin'
b**h i'm wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin' downtown
Wildin', ridin'
[Hook]
Me and my n***as
Me and my n***as
Me and my n***as
Its going down for real
Me and my n***as
Me and my n***as
Me and my n***as
Its going down for real
[Verse 2]
You know how it is
The boy still tryna get a mil
I ain't even lying n***as say it for thrill
D.A working overtime for the bill
Kev got the city up north on the real
I'm ill. Ain't even gotta say it
Hands on the wheel on the side is my lady
Still moving tides cos the boy still wavy
Still in the cut celebrating like we made it
n***a I'm cool with it
Find me at the top of the list
With a crown on my head and boy I feel good with it
Lost in the world, I'm lost in my thoughts
I ain't tryna be Kurt Cobain with it and Go bang
Gotta say it right so they feel that pain
Imma young Hov but I don't see no dame
Have a lil patience for the boy like Dame gaddamn
Kick game on Lui kang. Whip game on Bruce Wayne
Word to my n***a Tory Lanez
Slick Rick with chain
Call me big daddy when I'm whipping the cane
Find me in your city with a couple of tings
Funny what these n***as all do for the fame
All they wanna do is put dirt on my name
n***a I ain't even stressing boy it comes with the game damn
Life of Loner
Nights in Daytona
Me and my team like Frank Sinatra, Cosa Nostra
We the new mafia
Still in Kaduna puffing shisha with Aisha
Still in my tommy boxers like Aaliyah
Still Tryna find balance in Balenciagas
Still got Osita Osadebe on my speakers
Still got my Yoko Ono riding in my Beatle
Still chasing paper Still searching for the c-notes
Still Basquiat with the words on SAMO
Still in the studio the boy got new flows
Still on that you know. Gone off that you know
Smelling like Hugo. Boss when I floss like the boy on a payroll
Mind on that ego. Rap on Pica**o
Me and my vatos, n***a we
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Bridge]