King Chope - Nomad (feat. Trev the Rhymer)

Watch me run it like a mother phew
Born and raised from the center, Kampala
Here my name while I'm saying it louder
Trev the Rhymer murder all the imposters
East Coast, that's the side I empower
Walking through all the streets full of dust
Snakes appear through the concrete and rust
This my jungle so I do what I want
Nasty said it, so to me its a must
Been on the move since I knew
All boulevards and fresh avenues
Entirely different ass view
Raps reminisce, deja vu
That is my flow, That is my purpose
With every blow, Leaving them nervous
Hitting them slow, style like a tortoise
Learn as I go, from every person
Taking my chances on journeys and habits, I'm picking them up on the way
Better pay up on the ransom and dish out the answer before this rap just fades away
I'm as hot as the sun in the midday
Hit the woah when it smells like a payday
Persevering like I'm driving in Dakar
Keep the name so start calling me Saaka
The music to me, has always had relevance
Found everywhere, blackened up prejudice
Sneered and jeered, questioned intelligence
Permanent residence for my impediments
Repertoire speaking with classy ass resonance
This Afroboy, just in his element
Better watchout, musical excellence TREV
Watch us break into this rap game, we gon take it though we just came
Only real ones who we ride with, Trev and K.C we the real myth
One time for the nomads nomads
Long treks yeah they not bad not bad
Homies moving with his notepad notepad
I'm going up B so sad so sad
One time for the nomads nomads
Long Treks yeah they not bad not bad
Homies moving with his notepad notepad
I'm going up B so sad so sad
C'mon Yeah!
All Cool I'm a skilled confessor
I gat the answers I'm your professor
Shits sticking on me like a knitted sweater
That's a grandma trick yeah they know it better
Walking miles while we chasing bags
We jetting out it'll definitely lag
A designer shoe with an expensive tag
Better hope I'm not that mad
Lil nomad listen
You ain't gotta do it for the vine
Check ya wrist watch niggas on time
In this rap game all we do is strive, to be the best black niggas who alive
Asking homies what you gotta do, I did my thing cause I trusted you
Now I'm living all of my wildest dreams
Haters sinking down like some submarines
Yeah! the cars, the hos, the cloths
I got bigger dreams so I closed my doors
Amma be the MCee who will propose
An immortal legacy with a deadly flow
Real goals I'm the KING
When I walk by they gon sing
Line my troops up hell yeah we gon win
Niggas shine bright like a diamond on a string
Big ting run it up like a nigga
Wid a fling
Stressing
All we do is rock everyday
Come baby just swing my way
T and K ain't here to play
Let's kill it, Let's kill it, Let's kill it all day
All day, uh uh uh, all day, uh, uh, uh
All day, uh, uh, uh
Yeah we nomads all we do is walk every day, K
Picture Perfect when it's written scripted
Levitating you can think I'm gifted
Seeing through us though our cars are tinted
Hate or love us niggas look conflicted
Calling shots then pulling triggers
We see you scared wid em twitching fingers
Screw the reference we the illest niggas
Top to top we maintain the figures
NIGGAS
Watch us break into this rap game, we gon take it though we just came
Only real ones who we ride with, Trev and K.C we the real myth
One time for the nomads, nomads
Long treks yeh they not bad, not bad
Homies moving with his notepad, notepad
I'm going up B so sad, so sad Go
Echo, echo, echo, echo

Written by:
Ian Owor, Trevor Ssaka

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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