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Yeah [?] Mansus [?] Yeah A wise man will come and tell me “2020’s just a state of mind What you’ll come to find: survival of the fittest was no lie” I’m a product of my own environment if they didn’t know South-East of Nigeria back to that two-one-seven-oh (Wooh!) Where they grow the flowers out the concrete like a summer weed Caterpillar-butterfly brothers, we turned to killer bees (Pssh) Never got to be a boy, was only told to be a man Mama always showed that love, old man taught that tougher hand (Yeah) Lеt me tell you ‘bout this young’un: he was 19 somеthing (Nah) He came up from nothing with a dollar and a prayer hands to the lord, said “I’m comin’” (Ah) Fast forward a couple years: a lot of pain, a lot of tears I put out work and made a stack, I lost it all then made it back So I can’t beef no one on tracks, I make moves to make these racks If I spit it they say “Facts”, round of applause, like tat-tat-tat I come home, she rub my back, I took that up and make it clap But I can’t do no six-nine pozzy, man I don’t fuck with rats (Haha) What you know ‘bout [?] Used to ride a push bike, now I push that button on the start [?] engineerin’ while I’m steerin’ (Vroom) What a feelin’ I’m always so humble but today I’ll tell you how I’m livin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Letras de cancionesGot my crosses like a Christian (Ooh) I’m the one the game’s been missin’ (Ooh) Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen, chop the dugu, it be hittin’ (Yeah) [?] up in my system, had to smoke to numb the feelin’ Either turn into an apex or be turned into a victim They swag [?] like culture but don’t love the baggage with it Tag the villain, African down under, Aus is stacked but I still bag a million And that’s on mums, we gon’ be great There’s more ways than one to really crack a safe, gimme a break Ah, you thought I’d forgot about the rap shit, huh? Nope―nah, it’s cool. You thought I forgot about this rap shit, huh? We’re far from a bench, man. Semi Pro, now the whole area’s famous. Bah! From Letras Mania