Lil Charizma - Speed It

Bomb, Yeah
CH, yo Charizma is a rapperfucker
Speed it
Paper chasing is a must
Pray!
Man dem snitching in the mosque
I rather stay with my hittas inna block
Me not fail
Key to blessings from my mom
Inna wraith drop the top to see the sun
So I pray that the stars would never fall down
If it rains don't kick a bucket let it cop
Make you dey fi me till we reach the top
Or should I keep running from the cops
If I pull up on the opps
Poom! Poom! Poom!
Man gotta break the bread
Man gotta set a table
Man never getting fed
Get it one loaf can't feed my fam
Got no reason to be broke if you still got a life
Independent than a country I was never colonized
Multiplying all my breads imma reference to the Bible
Like I'm Jesus with no Christ I ain't gotta chase the devil
Hallelujah hallelujah, Halle berry Kamasutra
I was happy with the trigger bet I never wanna shoot ya
Intuitions in the air making choices like a ruler
Speaking of rulers bitch I'm straight but I ain't with that homophobia
Bomb
My music gotta cross the border
No customs but my flows done differ
Never sold my soul imma reconsider
Money makes you do your mind
Speak your mind
Cross the line
Just heard lines with a fella that's Frank
So our minds go wide than a pussy expands
Fuckin with the best but a nigga don't wank
Things going hard till the day life cums
If a nigga don't smile then my nigga don't laugh
Stretch thy hands so thy homie don't fall
Put food on the table let the haters do crumbs
Man dem taunt, man dem front
Come to my ends lil niggas get mobbed
Speed it
Paper chasing is a must
Pray!
Man dem snitching in the church
I rather stay with my hittas inna block
Me not fail
Key to blessings from my mom
Inna wraith, drop the top to see the sun
So I pray that the stars would never fall down
If it rains don't kick a bucket let it cop
Make you dey fi me till we reach the top
Or should I keep running from the cops
If I pull up on the opps
Ain't making waves man I make typhoons
If you ain't getting bread get a silver spoon
I ain't with that shiit if you talking bout school
Screaming black lives matters when we deal White too
Mad! Mad!
Man them feds gon come at you!
Look at you worried bout who don't give a damn bout what you do
I'm still up coming cause I get high too
And I make good music, Kanye West what's good?
Spend a night out with Becky all I thought about was money
Kept my feelings in my pocket and I threw away my clothes
Now she thinks I never loved her tho
No mixed feelings man I love that dough
Pass that dope I mean pass that hope
Ion care about niggas if they lungs don't smoke
Brief!
I'm just playing with this verse no Childs
Now they slipping on my verse no tiles
If you racist please don't roll a dice
Single motherfuckers get a wife
I mean single mothers brings more life
More blessings than a reverends wife
Fanta sizing off a dirty Sprite
Look at me now I'm high like kite
Play with keys like my eyes got blind
You don't sniff then don't draw no lines
You don't give a shit but you suck my pipe
Speed it
Paper chasing is a must
Brief!
Pray!
Man dem snitching in the mosque
I rather stay with my hittas inna block
Me not fail
Key to blessings from my mom
Inna wraith, drop the top to see the sun
So I pray that the stars would never fall down
If it rains don't kick a bucket let it cop
Make you dey fi me till we reach the top
Or should I keep running from the cops
If I pull up on the opps

Written by:
Victor Inyang

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