He-he-he, yeah
(Ola, my son)
Trod, what the do
(Who do you want to be when you grow up?)
(Stop, Stop)
I want it like this
Rollin' with the nigga with the right piece
Happy with the black and the white kids
Yeah, I'm flowin' from my heart like I never write this, sure
I wanna be famous
But won doubt mi loh biti Nicodemus
The popo, dem ah ready to detain us
Fuck, you see
All they wanna do is blame us
What about the pain and the grind
Timo fi s'oro so gbogbo e ma le farabale rhyme
Wo, I'm a bad boy but Iya Dasola warn mi pe "kin ma try lati stay off crime"
'Cause nobody never give a damn
And I gat the money on my mind
Still stay focus on the street tori k'irawo t'emi na bale shine
And I make my time, my prime
'Cause everythin' I gat, on God
Lookin' like a fuckin' Young Thug
Won ni mo n top
Eyin t'emi, hello, what's up?
Picture aye mi deni mon crop, yeah
Man must chop
Man must ride in a Lamborghini
You can holla at your boy
Igboro ni mi
Alaye, t'oba deti d'Eko, k'oma lo ma shey bi born boy, yeah
I wanna be rich and famous bi eleniyan
Rich, yo
I wanna be rich, famous, eleniyan
I wanna be rich, yeah
Wooh, awon t'emi n'igboro deti mo pe emi l'Oba
Wah, I'm flowin' like Abaga
Genres so incredible, Mr Abaga
Pa anybody lori lo pelu dagger
Nobody wan follow feel pain
Everybody wan fly with you when you on a PJ
Everybody wanna BJ
But nobody wan use their head, only wanna scratch with the DJ
What about the risk for take
Aye dabi give and take
Robin the Hood oh
Gat a lot of rules on fakes, yo
My nigga don't shake
Oya, je thugger
Oni lati shishee oh, k'oto gba dollar
The kids don't wann' love one another
Young nigga just wanna make it out the gutter, holla
Yeah, jiggy
I wanna be rich and famous bi eleniyan
Rich, yo
I wanna be rich, famous, eleniyan (moko fe lowo ni oh)
I wanna be rich, yeah, yeah, filee
(Hmm)
(Ola, my son)
(I'm so proud of you)
(This sky is wide enough for every one to fly)
(Keep pushing and prove the critics wrong)
(Pity them for they have no imaginations)
(Omo yi, good boy)
(Marqai Mix)