A$uZU - 1st World Anthem

You reap what you sow
And all my enemies them must enter floor
I Dey feel the energy we about to blow
We at first world we on the top floor

At the end of the day
These niggas gon' hate you regardless
But fuck it I'd rather get paid
I ain't come here to play
On top of the world like Scarface
1st World we're on the way
Better get out my way
Hustling, steadily grinding
I'm trying to slide in the race
She wants me to stay
Ain't cuffing no ho or no thottie
Can get your stuff out of my place
And I ain't even gotta stress no more
Ma don't gotta worry bout the rent no more
No more posting at the corner store
Ain't gotta worry bout a check no more
These haters gonna see me do my show

We stacking, we stacking, we stacking, we stacking, we stacking them bills
We on our hustle every day, we work with no chill
Up in the kitchen the booth is our lab, the work on the grill
Spitting the truth just being honest, I'm keeping it real
Live in the land of the slaves, come from the land of the free
Nothing's free in this country, freedom got a fee
I done been through the struggles, if you relate then you fucking with me
Bout to blow like tnt that's why ain't nobody fucking with we

You reap what you sow
And all my enemies them must enter floor
I Dey feel the energy we about to blow
We at first world we on the top floor

Ki le leyi
Tinz don le
Ain't no time but our time right now
Go check your time cos it's our time is right now
Thank god for health thank god for the grace
Come be like tuface from grass to grace
Comot my way all the money iv made
Don't get it fucked up don't contemplate
Baba god lon bo ashire now
Thank god for the blessings now
Thank god for the family now
Everything look cool right now
Thank god for the grace right now
Everything one nation
Everything gyration
Little money yes everything we spend it
Thank god for the blessings
Thank god for the grace man
Thank god everything look so cool now
Kush kush

The Conductor, I don't need a doctor
BJ operator, turn up my accelerator
From Abuja to DC, I'm not here for the bread
Enough grace in my garden
1st World! The best world
Fertilizer finger, my hands are blessed
My hands are blessed
With the blessings of God
With the blessings of God
Everything I touch, surely must be blessed

You reap what you sow
And all my enemies them must enter floor
I Dey feel the energy we about to blow
We at first world we on the top floor

Written by:
Christopher Ojo

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