RifleX - Ali lyrics

Verse: My pady mehn den dey for kwat they no fit find work (my homeboys roam the streets coz they can't find a job) Other mehn dem check say life na only play play (other dudes think life is but a game) Man di hustle sotehhhh only for five bucks (I been hustling for long still can't find a job) Masa the ngeme bad papi way no dey (I'm so broke it's like there isn't a means) It's early enough So I strap my shoes Hear the crowd cheering me up And that's my cue So so forward can't get stuck And thats the rule Whole village raise me up Ain't raise no fool I di climb no for okada (I travel with motorbikes) Grind na for my momma (grind for my mom) Ain't with the drama Listen I'm pushing for more commas This one na last fight (this is the final scene) Me I be chef bandit (I'm playing the villain) The music is mad tight I'll make sure they member me And I won't hold or bite my tongue like I don't like how it taste My under belle must comot and I go tok am for ya face (I'm gon speak my mind and I'll say it to your face) Still it's all about the cross tell the Devil give me space Coz I been fighting with my sins since the LORD showed me grace One blow down Two more rounds And behold angels came on down and ministered to Him It soon goes down Choose yours now I'm in heaven hear the choir with that Holy Holy Holy hymn I travel in Godspeed It's faith on my feet The gospel in my speech And pagans don't like this Tell them I won't quit Forgiven of my guilt The Kingdoms is what i built You know it man I'm sk**ed Fine boy no pimple Whether dem go up and down me i must to sing my song (I don't care what critiques say I'm gon record these songs) Fine girl two dimple Momma tell that other mama den say God don bless ya son (hey momma? tell your colleagues God has blessed your son) I'm the rapper that needs a mic way more than a stylist Kick a beat ill speak my piece never with the violence The music pure and its good I'm baffled they don't like this But who cares, gave my all, and I'm happy reason why I'm smiling