Badboi Cheks - Stay Fly (Freestyle)

In this life
Have money o
Or you go suffer

Yes sir
Uh
You know

And we ride
We stay fly
Till we die
We shine
Yea yea
Yea yea
Eh
(Poverty provocative)

Yes sir
Checks on dis

Ain't no love for the poverty
Poverty provocative

Seen people doing robberies and forgery
Fam scamming for the properties
Just to make it big
Word to the teen
Life ain't easy as it seem

Being broke, I ain't cool with it
Poverty, I want nothing to do with it
I want Ice on my teeth and my jewelry
Do the money talk, I wan be Speaking it fluently

When you grow up
Then you realize
All the stories you believed in
Were just pretty lies

We being hustling since we juveniles
Big dreams to rule the world
Rule mars, rule Neptune and Jupiter

I do it for my team
I do it for my circle
I do it for my mama
No time for the drama
No time for the stress

I just wanna put a couple million on my papa
Stock him up in Prada
(Yes sir)

A couple extra million on my mama
For all the time she stood through my drama

You know I try
To tell this
To everyone out there
It ain't about east
West north or south
Or gang affiliations
Or colors
We got to do
Better than that

We gats to come together
And fight against the common enemy
And that's poverty
Poverty provocative

Shout shout to the boys
From the south south
Who be hustling down south

All about the Mulla
Money matter full medulla oblongata
And my cerebrum
If the call ain't bout money
Then my phone no get network

We grind
We stay fly
Till we die

Shout shout to so trap down in SA
Its all love my gee
Shout out to Rachel
My favorite drama queen
Anthony martial
My jigger Kennedy

Young broke Nigerians
The Government, they fooling us
Steal a couple billions
Fuck up the economy
Then blame it on the little ones

Place cops to the streets
Undercover covers stalking millions
Oppressing the civilians

You ain't seen the life in the hood
Brothers killing brothers
Cock the rifle and shoot
Ain't no jobs in the hood
What you think the people would do a father with 4 kids
Who ain't got nothing to do
And the kids crying, hungry and And nothing to chew
Put yourself in his shoes

And in a Dey wonder why crime rate Dey explode
Men nigga
Are you serious?
You kidding me

You see that's I love Nigerians
(You got to be real you know)
We survivors
We blessed

Anyhow you bring am
We go find our way out
We must survive
And if e too much
Na to kick against

Shout out
Blackboi, schoolboy
Natharazzi OG
Manuel, Bodmaxx Richie

3 gbosa for Sotrap

And we ride
We stay fly
Till we die

We shine
Yea yea
Yea yea
Eh

Yes sir
Checks on dis

Yea we ride
We stay fly
Till we die
Oh yea
Yea yea

Checks on dis
Yea

And We ride
Stay fly
Till we die
We shine
Yea yea
Yea yea
Eh

Yes sir
Checks on dis
Yea we ride
We stay fly
Till we die
Yea yea
Yea yea

In this life
Have money

Written by:
Ugeh Israel

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