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calid b. - mansa musa lyrics

[intro]
(chanting)
yea yea yea

[hook]
mansa! musa! 4x
i studied the game like a tutor
i’m schooling the kids with no ruler
i’m giving out gold like a booster
they calling me king like i’m musa

[verse 1: calid b.]
just a young man from the land full of africans where they tried to play us for the gold right now
leading all my people in the struggle on the bubble tryna hustle past the fork in the road right now
all my n-ggas ready for the call all i gotta do is push the b-tton and they gonna hold me down
build an empire like sidibe feeling like didier focused on the goal right now
always had the beats on lock
now i got the flow on lock
afrobang gang to the top
put kendrick on the clock
that’s a violation no shot
i ain’t never bang on the block
i was just p-ssin the rock
i was just jammin to pac
range rove with no top
range rove with no top
with my n-gga dame gettin b-tches
chain go bling go blow
t–th gold neck gold blow
stylo rétro
we got drinks and loud
my people show out

[hook]
mansa! musa! 4x
i studied the game like a tutor
i’m schooling the kids with no ruler
i’m giving out gold like a booster
they calling me king like i’m musa

[verse 2]
limitless soundz verse
betta call me king like shango
only seeing green like rondo
gold everything on me pr-nto
fitting 30 kings 50 queens in a condo
clear quartz sitting on my wrist
more real estate flipping bricks
putting all the gangs in a tribe
n-gga on baby on kids on the guys
surrounded by the opps i get to clappin !(anyone)
eastside rolling through the traffic (hit me up)
panafrican trappin flip a package (send me one)
i can make a god out of savage (21)
he say he run the block i say we gon own block boa instead sit and watch you betta come and get this bread boa
no running from the cops i say we gone own the cops putting money in these stocks middle finger to the feds boa
woo woo hol up hol up
(middle finger to the feds boa)
woo woo hol up hol up
(middle finger to the feds boa)
trump don’t f-ck with haiti i be going vodoo crazy so we got lord haiti the producer
stones on me looking at medusa
putting gold in the hood like i’m musa
tribe
free the watoto lyrics

[hook 4x]
i came for the facts
ima need that

[verse 3]
free the watoto, free the watoto with melanin coco
this for my bro bro, this for my bro bro from kenya to togo
on the low low all in the back seat p-ssing the bubble, kush
how many cases, how many came out the rubble
how many came out of choke hold
how many came up from loco
how many came out of cook county all because of the po po
my brother don’t stress
allons y lets go go
we don’t get no rest
afrobang for the logo
i got the market and i got the people the plan and i put it in place
i don’t go nothing to prove to you, i get the bag and i put it in chase
lapping the field when i step in the race, i make the track go ablaze
feel like hakeem when he came to the states, i put it all in your face

[hook 8x]
i came for the facts
ima need that

[verse 4]
i jack fools for the facts
i jack fools when they lacking
i jumpship when they capture me
k!llmonger with the actions
we did it despite all the hating
we did it despite all the racist
im loving the look on they faces
when i coming down with the paper

whoa, coming down sitting low
candy paint on 4s
from the o to the go
still fighting jimmity crow
with every lie that you told
i can see your nose grow
president pinocchio
i keep it all 100
i’m with my dogs blunted
gotta shout out my og
i do it all for you
it don’t mean nothing to me
to go to war for you
anyone touch you believe
ima need more lawyers
going crazy like i’m flipping cars
grat-tude like a tipping jar
full of shakel from jerusalem
palestina where they took it from
turning tables for the income
i need 40 acres then some
acting foul get an and 1
gotta do it for the fam
gotta do it for the land
i don’t do it for the gram
this is really who i am (6x)

- calid b lyrics

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