Murtala Mohammed

Leriq said do it again…
I’m not a rapper, i’m a rapter//
No more verses, all na chapters//
Haha
Don’t be fooled by my blue passport, i be naija boy and my people got love for
me//
It’s been a long time coming see, before nepa turned to power holding company
I was screaming up nepa out on femi Ayantuga, stole my moms keys drove her jeep
down Aguda//
Back in KC i couldn’t afford suya, now i’ve been to Amsterdam can’t wait to see
Abuja//
I swear, if you no get street sense omo fuc whatever you’ve learned//
Threw on some marc jacobs shades now i swear i can see a better future//
Who or what i always wanted to be was never too sure baba//
But one thing for certain if you lead me down the road to the riches i promise
to never u turn baba//
Not even though i’m going through hell//
I remember my homie got his green card, and he said when you’re surviving off a
dollar and dream you ought to be street smart//
Shey na codeine make una para? Ashawo na jara, farabale babes full no wahala//
Baba we go chop like say na barka d salah make so much money even my capenter
go hammer omo we go hammer//
Tell tai Banasko i got this//
Tell B teflon D i got this//
Tell Segun, Akin, kpoku i got this//
Baba it’s the return of the problem//
Una go see me for Murtala Muhammed na//(3x)
When una see me for Murtala Muhammed say//
Oddu ti de, Oddu ti de//
Aristokrats ma worry i’m on my way//
Omo Amushan have it written on my plate//
Top down Adeniji Adele//
Una go see me for Murtala Muhammed na//
When una see me for Murtala Muhammed say//
Mojeed is home…
Oddu ti de…
Tell my mom that i’m gone till whenever i get a buzz even a bee would smell
that i’m about to blow//
True dopeness, i spit it by the O i’m so sea sic i can teach a river how to
flow//
Olu holler at me, Megaboi holler at me, King lekan holler at me,
i’m feeling dollar happy//
Been a college kid was waiting to throw my scholar cap//
Some degrees don’t even make you any hotter, can it?
Imperial ways, Material age, you’re considered a cave man if you ain’t thinking
the same//
Christian dior, true religion spiritually fit, went from drinking water to wine
on some miracle ish//
As the worlds getting smaller keeping a reservoir of talent//
Rather than acting like its better we’ll be better off acting, rapping,
performing, stacking, importing//
Anything that brings better paper omo i don’t give a shit//
I’m stealing the spot light, putting my life to every sentence till they
sentence me to life//
I’m tired of being broke, and tired of being a joke, and tired of being tied up
with liars hit the ropes//
I’m tired, said i’m tired, i’m tired of living and dreaming about living a
dream, because dreams, yes they are but far from very sweet//
And realities a bed bug it bites when you sleep, WAKE UP!