First Sermon

Roll it tight and I'm dazing pay me if you owe me Cause life on the skreets be so crazy e dey get me high on a daily The music gotta start paying me I no know what dey delay me For the fame I fit wait I'm not crazy, But give me what I deserve i been waiting Been a couple years in Accra And no one knows how I survive I wake up everyday and trap And I've been on this grind all my life Ano go lie this life no be new to me Cause life has been sending it's nudes to me I no dey like how it looks for real So I can’t stay calm for it to fool to me Cause everyone know i’ve been hustling/trapping Go ask Panin about me Everyone knows i’ve been a hustler/trapper Go ask Panin what my street name is CHORUS Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt, Can’t fold, ten toes till I'm late I bet you dunno where I'm from it's do or die we no fail Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt, VERSE 2. Fresh from the under jigga Too cold Traplife life jigga, live from the zone jiggy on the outside inside oh! give me some few months I'll be fucking up shows Make them no lie you we got the sauce and it’s just me and my bro’s the Juice on our side is over-flowing, so Tell a man make them compose, And like I said, keep it locked and keep it gangster Just like how I came, too mysterious, nigga’s blessed fam when the placebo is knacking, you for check your body and check your appearance [tell a man make he check ein appearance] Cause everyone know i’ve been hustling/trapping Go ask Panin about me Everyone knows i’ve been a hustler/trapper Go ask Panin what my street name is CHORUS Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt, Can’t fold, ten toes till I'm late I bet you dunno where I'm from it's do or die we no fail Coming like a raging storm fasten up your belt