Mojeed - 1. Murtala Muhammed lyrics

Intro (omosco chants in yoruba) Leriq said do it again... I'm not a rapper, i'm a rapter// No more verses, all na chapters// Haha Verse 1 ( Don't be fooled by my blue pa**port, i be naija boy and my people got love for me// It's been a long time coming see, before nepa turned to power holding company// I was screaming up nepa out on femi Ayantuga, stole my moms keys drove her jeep down Aguda// Back in KC i couldn't afford suya, now i've been to Amsterdam can't wait to see Abuja// I swear, if you no get street sense omo fuc whatever you've learned// Threw on some marc jacobs shades now i swear i can see a better future// Who or what i always wanted to be was never too sure baba// But one thing for certain if you lead me down the road to the riches i promise to never u turn baba// Not even though i'm going through hell// I remember my homie got his green card, and he said when you're surviving off a dollar and dream you ought to be street smart// Shey na codeine make una para? Ashawo na jara, farabale babes full no wahala// Baba we go chop like say na barka d salah make so much money even my capenter go hammer omo we go hammer// Chorus Tell tai Banasko i got this// Tell B teflon D i got this// Tell Segun, Akin, kpoku i got this// Baba it's the return of the problem// Una go see me for Murtala Muhammed na//(3x) When una see me for Murtala Muhammed say// Oddu ti de, Oddu ti de// Aristokrats ma worry i'm on my way// Omo Amushan have it written on my plate// Top down Adeniji Adele// Una go see me for Murtala Muhammed na// When una see me for Murtala Muhammed say// Mojeed is home... Oddu ti de... Verse 2 Tell my mom that i'm gone till whenever i get a buzz even a bee would smell that i'm about to blow// True dopeness, i spit it by the O i'm so sea sic i can teach a river how to flow// Olu holler at me, Megaboi holler at me, King lekan holler at me, i'm feeling dollar happy// Been a college kid was waiting to throw my scholar cap// Some degrees don't even make you any hotter, can it? Imperial ways, Material age, you're considered a cave man if you ain't thinking the same// Christian dior, true religion spiritually fit, went from drinking water to wine on some miracle ish// As the worlds getting smaller keeping a reservoir of talent// Rather than acting like its better we'll be better off acting, rapping, performing, stacking, importing// Anything that brings better paper omo i don't give a sh**// I'm stealing the spot light, putting my life to every sentence till they sentence me to life// I'm tired of being broke, and tired of being a joke, and tired of being tied up with liars hit the ropes// I'm tired, said i'm tired, i'm tired of living and dreaming about living a dream, because dreams, yes they are but far from very sweet// And realities a bed bug it bites when you sleep, WAKE UP!! Chorus