[Verse 1: R.B.D.]
On weekdays, I dey grind
Cause it’s evident I no go see pay
When the rhymes never selling, man
Chale fuck tryna be relevant
Make I follow what dey pop?
Nah, I’m in my element
Thick skin, dark lines
With the melanin
I make the sparks fly
I’m intelligent like Tony Stark flying on your television
So you boys go fit act dumb but the signs just be telling it
Law Boy — sitting in a class
Now I kill ‘em writtens in a flash
All the time, hidden in a mask
Law Boy — reliving the past
But now I’m slippin’ thru the cracks
Though I’m still a villain on the tracks
Law Boy, but my music start dey call hate
I for start dey cop praise?
Why them no dey cooperate like I be some cop?
Wait, them dey see me corporate?
Killers dey behind bars but I be the culprit!
Haha
Use to be defined by having the sickest lines
Niggas no fit pick a side if e come me then KiddBerch
I go law school come, I think it’s time
But I see the picket signs
Them say chale make the kid perch
But I still fill voids with a lit verse
Real killjoy, chale shit hurts
Nogo mince words, rydee I dey see my goal less
Like a nil nil draw
But Killville boy no dey miss
That be ma crew — hard as a brick
As I come, I still dey long for my clique
(Pause!)
Wish I knew Karma’s a bitch
But I’m cool, calm as a fridge
Though I grew horns for the wig
Still a rude boy with the grit
Chale who snores on the nigg?
I go floor rappers like a futon
Ma lyrics are too bomb
I dey lynch them
With every new jawn, I’m an itch
On a Cue song cause my true genre be this!
[Hook: R.B.D.]
We tossed some fragrant flowers gently on the tide (Flowers)
To send them far (Flowers)
Far out to sea (Flowers)
To send them out to sea
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
People no dey give me my flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
[Verse 2: Ko-Jo Cue]
Uh
Spare me the phony praises
Homie face it, only the just dead get best love
And when we get here was stony faces
Still keep them serpents in my head
Won’t erase it dawg
All them best cheers fall on deaf ears
Only racing against myself
Twelve in
I am only pacing
My belt held well
Health, wealth, stealth, felt
Still they know we made it
Boss fucking fuck your fly and flower pollination
No dey count here
It’s like a yawa polling agent
Closed doors, broke a window, it was home invasions
No stars, still then we know we was going places
Show scars, so them fit know we was going crazy
Showed up, was shown up, then we showed impatience
No doubt, slowed up and we grown in phases
Now we owning spaces
So if you still dey doubt, excuse my French
Feel finger fucked like stolen bases
Tongue rolling phrases
Bro if you won throw? Wrong hole
Don’t go in places you don’t know
A strong blow will make you heroes split like Tong Po
Embraced my villainy, powers on God mode
God no, don’t be bringing me flowers I want souls
Control, no forming, no yawa, I don’t pose
Cold cut crew
Cats can’t clone Cue
If you don’t know, Lord knows
Wo nnim ehu a, akokɔ yɛn wedeɛ mu a
Nfifire nkoara, gasse sa a bidie noa
Yɛ gyidie no a, yɛ de sum afidie nora
Na asesa yɛn tibia mu a, yɛ de rebie ntoa
Wo ti fie mu na adidie nkoara
Gyimie mmoa
Uh
Fuck you thought, you was my mate?
This be self drive
Fuck the love and fuck the hate
Gimme self pride
Boo-hoo, turn your noses up
‘Cause roses really smell like poo poo
Holy fuck!
[Hook: R.B.D.]
And with our flowers floating freely on the tide (Flowers!)
We send our love (Flowers!)
We send our tears (Flowers!)
And now out to sea
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
Flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
People no dey give me my flowers!
Tell’em make them give me my flowers!
