Lyrics
We really ain’t hard playing no games in the circle I’m in So tell a man stop it
We don't engage in games in my circle. Advise someone to stop.
I ain’t with the chit chat if you ain’t down for business meuve abobi
I'm not interested in small talk unless it's business. Move, friend.
Mandem tryna be me so bad but a real ones hard to copy
People try to imitate me, but authentic individuals are challenging to replicate.
The studio still my office
The studio is my workplace.
Till I kick the bucket
My commitment to music lasts until my last day.
We really ain’t hard playing no games in the circle I’m in So tell a man stop it
Reiteration: No games in my circle, stop the nonsense.
I ain’t with the chit chat if you ain’t down for business meuve abobi
Reiteration: Business-focused, no time for idle talk.
Mandem tryna be me so bad but a real ones hard to copy
Repeating the difficulty of imitating a true individual.
The studio still my office
Reaffirmation: The studio is where I work.
Till I kick the bucket
Reaffirmation: Committed to music until the end.
I started from the bottom of the ends now I’m heading to top with a little bit of company
Started from the bottom, now rising to the top with companionship.
I got a pretty young thing and she looking all peng and her backside comfy
Describes an attractive partner.
I come from a city where my goons get wild if you wanna get riled up and jumpy
Originating from a city with intense situations.
I knew I had it in me since a pc used a so called disk called floppy
A realization of talent from an early age.
Me and mandem stay tight but you really ain’t fam so boy just loose it
Close with true friends, distant from fake ones.
It cost man a lot to be here but I stuck to my guns and I made more music
Success came at a cost, remained true to making music.
There’s really no love out here like a waste man cheffed you Cupid
No genuine love, only disappointment from unreliable people.
I lost my respect for the government now I’m unruly af and it’s stupid
Lost respect for the government, leading to rebellious behavior.
They ask how I’m doing and I tell em the same thing I told em before I’m jiggy
Consistent response about personal well-being.
I’f you show me love then I’m showing it right back it’s the least I could do no Biggy
Reciprocal love for those who show it.
It’s tough when you grinding for long I been working the hardest trust I’m the coldest
Highlighting the challenges of persistent effort.
I lost fake friends on the road to success coz they don’t wanna see my progress nigga I’m rolling
Lost fake friends due to jealousy of progress.
Coz I been chosen for a bigger purpose
Feeling chosen for a greater purpose.
Hoping that I never lose focus
Desire to maintain focus on goals.
Never see me hang with a rodent
Avoiding association with insignificant individuals.
I stay mute my silence is golden and I wish my enemies best of luck
Value silence and wish luck to enemies.
I keep it a buck
Honest and straightforward.
I no Dey fear Wetin go sup
Fearless, unbothered by potential challenges.
I’m still hungry I dey find Wetin to chop
Still ambitious, searching for opportunities.
I’m chopping the beat
Engaged in the musical creation process.
Chopping the pus
Expression related to success in both music and relationships.
Chopping it all
Metaphorically "chopping" or enjoying various aspects of life.
We really ain’t hard playing no games in the circle I’m in So tell a man stop it
Repetition of earlier sentiments.
I ain’t with the chit chat if you ain’t down for business meuve abobi
-Mandem tryna be me so bad but a real ones hard to copy
-The studio still my office
-Till I kick the bucket
-I WANNA MAKE AN OPP BOY BLEED
Narrative shift to more intense, potentially violent themes.
PUT A PRICE ON HIS HEAD
-SAME PRICE AS A BAG OF WEED
-MAN CHAT ON THE NET
-ITS ALL QUIET WHEN WE FINALLY MEET
-ALLS FAIR IN WAR SO TRUST
-IF ITS BEEF IF ITS BEEF
-IM TRYNA MAKE HIS MOTHER GRIEVE
-I WANNA MAKE AN OPP BOY BLEED
-HE’LL FALL ITS NO DISCUSSING
-MUM DONT CRY ITS SO DISGUSTING
-YOUR SON SHOULD FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS
-LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING JUNCTIONS
-ITS NO BREAKS MAN THE WAR IS CONSTANT
-HEART FROZE BRO GOT NO CONSCIENCE
-GOT A BLADE IN THE POUCH AT FUNCTIONS
-AINT NO TELLING WHAT ID DO FOR THE GANG DEM
-FREE MY BROS ON THE WING ON THE LANDING
-ITS NO PAUSE WHEN ITS TIME FOR THE ACTION
-WE’LL CHING HIM AND DAB WITH A NAPKIN
-MY BRO’S ALL BORE WITH A PASSION
-ITS PEAK IF I CATCH HIM
-I CANT FUCK HIS TING SHES CASTED
-DUPPY HIM WRAP HIS BODY IN PLASTIC
-AND GYALIE GET WET FOR THE ACCENT
-REALLY TRYNA LEAVE A NIGGA IN PAST TENSE
Expressing a desire to leave someone in the past.
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