Musmah - Maitama lyrics

[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]