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mojeed - 1. murtala muhammed lyrics

intro
(omosco chants in yoruba)
leriq said do it again…
i’m not a rapper, i’m a rapter//
no more verses, all na chapters//
haha

verse 1 (
don’t be fooled by my blue p-ssport, i be naija boy and my people got love for me//
it’s been a long time coming see, before nepa turned to power holding company
i was screaming up nepa out on femi ayantuga, stole my moms keys drove her jeep down aguda//
back in kc i couldn’t afford suya, now i’ve been to amsterdam can’t wait to see abuja//
i swear, if you no get street sense omo fuc whatever you’ve learned//
threw on some marc jacobs shades now i swear i can see a better future//
who or what i always wanted to be was never too sure baba//
but one thing for certain if you lead me down the road to the riches i promise to never u turn baba//
not even though i’m going through h-ll//
i remember my homie got his green card, and he said when you’re surviving off a dollar and dream you ought to be street smart//
shey na codeine make una para? ashawo na jara, farabale babes full no wahala//
baba we go chop like say na barka d salah make so much money even my capenter go hammer omo we go hammer//

chorus
tell tai banasko i got this//
tell b teflon d i got this//
tell segun, akin, kpoku i got this//
baba it’s the return of the problem//
una go see me for murtala muhammed na//(3x)
when una see me for murtala muhammed say//
oddu ti de, oddu ti de//
aristokrats ma worry i’m on my way//
omo amushan have it written on my plate//
top down adeniji adele//
una go see me for murtala muhammed na//
when una see me for murtala muhammed say//

mojeed is home…
oddu ti de…

verse 2
tell my mom that i’m gone till whenever i get a buzz even a bee would smell that i’m about to blow//
true dopeness, i spit it by the o i’m so sea sic i can teach a river how to flow//
olu holler at me, megaboi holler at me, king lekan holler at me, i’m feeling dollar happy//
been a college kid was waiting to throw my scholar cap//
some degrees don’t even make you any hotter, can it?
imperial ways, material age, you’re considered a cave man if you ain’t thinking the same//
christian dior, true religion spiritually fit, went from drinking water to wine on some miracle ish//
as the worlds getting smaller keeping a reservoir of talent//
rather than acting like its better we’ll be better off acting, rapping, performing, stacking, importing//
anything that brings better paper omo i don’t give a sh-t//
i’m stealing the spot light, putting my life to every sentence till they sentence me to life//
i’m tired of being broke, and tired of being a joke, and tired of being tied up with liars hit the ropes//
i’m tired, said i’m tired, i’m tired of living and dreaming about living a dream, because dreams, yes they are but far from very sweet//
and realities a bed bug it bites when you sleep, wake up!!

chorus

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