O.H da Soul-jah - 1st Grade Music (prod. By Sergio) lyrics

Intro: O.H Its O.H in de building Kojo Cue right na di building McLaud in de building Whats up You know that is O.H in da building And I got Kojo Cue I got Claudizee First Grade Music, we bout to make history Get me, Sergio hit them Chorus: Ball pen on the paper This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, Ball pen on the paper This is the 1stgrade Music; this is how we do it. Verse 1: O.H My flow reveal secret, like de Octopus Stressing this old rappers like menopause Itching them, here and there like chicken pox They cant stand the heat, unless they beg for me to pause In seconds, my music made them reckless Rollin all around their neck like necklace Is giving them slow d**h, they looking helpless This isnt a telenova tchew!! Timeless Am far ahead in this game, you need a telescope I brought this style, call it flashes of hope Swag on African Print Im a S.O.A.P Cos I roll with the CEO Kobby Dope The rap president with attitude Barrack Obama Me na me flow so authentic, chaley e no be China Ohemeng Bin Laden, me nua ne Osama Is O.H and am from Ghana Makin good music, Claud they my side Be warned haters, you cant k** our pride This our birth right, not a plight.. Chorus: Ball pen on the paper This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, Ball pen on the paper This is the 1st grade Music; this is how we do it. Verse 2: Ko-Jo Cue Eyo! I came from the bottom, rose from the bottom/ With nothing but flows, was told go, get them, I got them/ No Edem, I had them in my zone/ For the throne I wrote weapons, I co*ked them/ And blew it aint a problem/now Im popping off with my dawgs/ Popping off in the club/ C U E, C U E, popping off on the blogs/ I be knocking up all them broads, den bell I no dey pick/ Boys jocking up on the god, but hw3 I no dey biz/ i be sonning them, they put me on tracks and I be running them/ run with them, put an AK to the domes, I be gunning them/ Hi hater, bye later/ Ask around abi ur chick side n***a/ High as a skyscraper, chasing this paper/ Making this paper till I see my maker/ Me trap taa kye bayla, cedi, naira ne cefa/ Wontee me rapo sei da, O.H, I gotchu, eyyba// Verse 3: McLaud They say I smell like a superstar, thats me. I belong to a super clan, capital c. We have many brothers, who are really popular gee.. And if you wanna copy our style.That aint for free.. Tellem, Hommies gonna hit de jackpot. After that, hommies gonna pop the pop off. Ever wonder why n***as tripping in the game.. This life is kind of freaking insane, ah!! Never ever tryna do me. Cos it wont work, Im cool gee.. Even if I walk on the edge, I will never fall, Because Im bless, Im getting strong.. Its like am getting tall. I aint growing horns. A lot mennas talk about how we ball, how we flex, How we talk, how we score, how we love, This rap game, gon get de fame, I dont hide anything, mehn Im so plain. Cos Im better than the haters, ma**acre the monsters, Hommies are like we de greatest, the greatest. But is Claud, O H, Kojo Cue we the realest. Verse 4: O.H Me y3 incredible undisputed you can call me M.I Big things popping, chaley like T.I Me y3 best na month se sen?, yes I Mi nah bard man, Jah-Rasta-Fari ii I dey chop victory, you all wonder Tip of a story building, you aint my level I dey make history, them all surrender Am Diablos, mean mugging, do I look like devil If you set a trap, you will end up in a casket Cos meny3 bode3 adwo, to set as a target Flow I have it chaw, Joe ka woho bring the basket 3ma ne ha wo, cos am not your budget. Chorus: Ball pen on the paper This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, Ball pen on the paper This is the 1st grade Music; this is how we do it.