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Intro….
OK OK OK yeah SIEPHA
U know what time it is,CRITICS ha ha
All U damn rappers saying that am not good,well listen to dis hommies,OK yeah wahh
[Chorus]
I was never born to please anybody
I couldn’t do it on ma own if it wasn’t for Yahweh….Yeahhh
Now we stay put we stay clean,hoping one day,Yes ma hustle’s gonna pay me…heyyyy
All we do is dah we moving forward, and if you’re hating trust me brother You’ll keep moving Backwards
Word on the streets,You know we ain’t local rappers
Stepping on the scene all ma hommies Screaming SIEPHA…. wahh
[Verse 1]
Ah guess am needing a Peter
This road gets tough as it gets
Ma bones are tearing apart
Buh ah keep on moving no slack
This words gets thick on ma neck
Buh ah switch up with ma stand
A general in ma Army ma demand will always be met
Wake up in d morning and ah pray to ma Yahweh
(Yeah and ah pray to ma Yahweh)
Jump into the streets and we jump into the parley
(Yeah and we jump into the parley)
Ah bet U can’t see cuz am doing this in ma way
(Yeah men am doing this in ma way)
Now keep Your head up don’t care about the scar face
(Yeah don’t care about the scar face)
First of all don’t get it twisted
You’re a new comer please go check the system
A boss in the game talk more of business
You’re acting a fool please talk and make sense
You’ve walked passed your lane and you’re walking in Shame
Am going for the money don’t care about the fame
Take a toast when U think about the scars and the pain
All ma hommies living large please hail ma name
What U should know am a shooting star
Cuz when ah pass U wish you can be SIEPHA
You can’t stop won’t stop better shut your mouth
And take a chip pill looks like you’re stressing out
For the record U were wrong about me go and have a research from the ICT
Yes indeed am a fresh young Gee
Can’t be someone else am just the real me(Prahh)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I feel speechless buh ah don’t speak less
Rolex on ma hand and some niggas going shirtless
CRITICS everywhere buh the hommie just careless
I am who I am Yung$iepha damn fake friends
You’re under arrest you’re the fugitive
Stop dulling yourself like a lunatic
Check the index don’t get the rules missing
Don’t loose yourself while you’re still kicking(Prahh)
CRITICS CRITICS why you tripping
New kid on the block Why You dissing
Punch-lines keep on Dripping
New Era lyricist going crazy
Number one in every Countdown
Getting mad over Rap like say ah be Runtown
Some niggas feeling like kings without crown now
Show your respect to your king as You bow down(Wahhh)
The Sky is just the limit
We keep on pushing hard till when our time stop beeping
Heyyy,one of a kind Yung$iepha, I don’t deal with gold-diggers
Or ma words get deeper(Yeah)
From the Scratch now we headed
To the top where we all belong till we dead
African boy no dulling gene hustling for d money so man can eat
Am trusting G.O.D for his grace and Love on me
He’s Gat ma back and so I won’t slack we moving Forward aiming High prahh….
[Chorus]
Outtro…THE END.
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