Lyrics: Ladipoe – LOTR II

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Truth is
I haven’t slept for a couple days
A cup of caffeinated paracetamol for the pain
I cannot explain my recent moment of clarity
But life is a dream if death is reality So I’ll keeping being me
Authentic, pure, no additives
The secret to longevity is always rewrite the narrative
Repeat it in Swahili, in Igbo or perfect Arabic
Truth translates in all languages Excuse me while I
Take the floor
Quiet down
Tell the doctor there’s still beef inside my diet now
You become a target when you make it up to higher ground
Pray the only shots I ever take is when I’m buying rounds I hate the irony of COVID 19’s arrival
On a generation already obsessed about going viral
Thinking if I miss the time when only fans were disciples
Nowadays Only Fans is another mode of survivalI know that money doesn’t grown on trees
I know the root of all evil is in the heart and not in currency
So I put some faith in people
But most of it goes in property

‘Cause I no dey that beard gang
I’m in that
Landlord you better pay me my rent gang
I’m in that
Tear rubber no license plate over here gang
That if you getting up
You know I’m taking your chair gang
That big money sweet
But always better to share gang

I know that it’s my year gang
But I’m still that same boy from Ikeja
Tailor made flow every measure
Megan the Stallion knees
Sexy, but built for the pressure
Real as they come feel the texture

[Album] Drake – “Certified Lover Boy”

So I would tell my professor
Remember the name, but don’t forget
There’s no “h” in the ‘Eso’
No rodents have claim to my cheddar
Wrinkles or stain in my leather
Many would pay for the pleasure

So I build the fan base
Paint the landscape
Worried I’m getting sicker
Lost my sense of smell and taste
For the jealousy
Is there a COVID test I can take
Even before the virus man
I didn’t do handshakes

Pull up on my handbrake
Baby make me swerve
Dotting I’s, crossing T’s
Leave my mark with every word
A signature is just an autograph
That says pay me first
Even when the drip is heavy
It doesn’t always quench the thirst
Ooouuu

Damn!
I’m all about the bread
But this jam
Hard to be the G.O.A.T
When these rams
Hard headed as f- I can’t

Anyway
Anyway
That be their own palaver
Me I know say I dey wrap
You know the flow shawarma
Me I know say I dey trap
From here to Guagalada
Shout out to my homies
In Jalabias and white Agbadas