Respect to the Most High, oh
\nYo Dips
\nEmi ọmọ D!
\n
\nLight kick off
\nMight sleep off
\nI been low right now, man dey up
\nThem windows with them, Macintosh
\nEye wey see something must to chop
\nIf you got problems, better talk to God
\nAcid flows give the beat contour
\nWas on the bench while the man them ball
\nNow it's my turn, better get involved
\nNo fear love
\nSaints dey church
\nShare the password like a Netflix dub
\nWọn ma gba-gba lori wọn, awa lo-lori wọn
\nSay them badder, ọmọ, leave story na
\nMan's a bloody thug
\nSkin just soft
\nThat's why the ladies love Willy, them fall
\nWe don't push nobody, we at the war front
\nRunning the city like a man King Kong
\n
\nỌmọ, nawa
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from the past
\nCross mi brothers and you know it's gon' be war
\nSay who wan test my selina
\nBending your bitch in my beamer
\nYou know mi fuckin' bad
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from afar
\nDiss my brothers and you know it's fuckin' war
\n
\nYeah, coming from the south, you know
\nWe no dey play, you know
\nLike go down on your ten toes
\nWe ain't here to play, you know
\nThey be tryna catch me
\nThey be tryna get me
\nI'm not a sinner, and I no even talk say I holy
\nỌmọ, rap is never dead
\nE get some boys you never hear
\nE get some voice you never hear
\nE get some food you never taste
\nI'm like punch, punch, punch, punch
\nRemove like three from him mouth
\nNa me buy am, you still dey tell me, e no reach that amount
\nYour babe see doings, dey wet
\nThe kind billings we dey chest
\nYou bill me, I no get
\nYou go post say, "Life na circle"
\nEven na triangle, my bro, I no still get o
\n(See, e no dey blood, dey blood)
\n
\nỌmọ, nawa
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from the past
\nCross mi brothers and you know it's gon' be war
\nSay, who wan test my selina?
\nBending your bitch in my beamer
\nYou know mi fuckin' bad
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from afar
\nDiss my brothers and you know it's fuckin' war
\n(You know it's fuckin' war)
\nWoah-woah-woah-woah
\n
\nKeep your eyes on the price, I don tell you, I no fit shout
\nHaters come with mouth
\nDestruction upon this town
\nTrust nobody in this game
\nYour brody fit to looseguard
\nI was once a blood 'til I got no cash in my hand
\nStay protected, always keep a gun in my hand
\nAs I work, I'm out, you no fit know my whereabout
\nWe no come here to dey rant
\nDeep in the street with no pure heart
\nSo, suffry to dey cap
\nDeadly Naija boy from the south
\nI'm from the trenches
\nNa kala dey make my jeans' dey sag
\nRed eye with the horn in my head
\nMy ways you no go understand
\nTry not to dey cap before car, send you to Jah
\nIf you talk to me, I spill your blood
\nI go use am paint your house
\n
\nỌmọ, nawa
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from the past
\nCross mi brothers and you know it's gon' be war
\nSay, who wan test my selina?
\nBending your bitch in my beamer
\nYou know mi fuckin' bad
\nBloodclot moving like them know me from afar
\nDiss my brothers and you know it's fuckin' war
\n(You know it's fuckin' war)
\n
\nYou know I'm hot like glizzy, you know
\nLoving me won't be easy, you know
\nI be tryna slack some guala all day
\nI've been busy, you know
\nNo sleeping on a bicycle
\nNo feeling dizzy, you know
\nShe wan love me 'cause I dey run the city
\nShe pull up on me with high heels, and hello Kitty
\nNaija boy from the south ready take any risk o
\nShe think I love her, but she just a sneaky link o\n\n
