Son Of The Soil ft. classicolanz Lyrics

The Nigerian leaders and our British partners

Are to prove themselves worthy of their trust

Now is the time for us solemnly and truly

To dedicate ourselves

All I need is a microphone

A notepad to write a song

I'd tell you the life I'm on

Come ride along

I don't need no clown on my side

No fakes in my Bottomline

So if you ain't talking money

Lemme alone

Kill them with the vibration

Everyday me gyrate

The thuggaman vibes

A thuggaman living the thuggalife

Uh uh uh uh

G thought me how to milk the doe

Outta

A Mexican and American

I needed the money bag

Get inna my way

Get a body bag

Too much talking no dey surprise me

My time go soon show wait for my grand rising

I been running things with my gee

Always on the run

If you think say I dey lie

Ask blackie

Na him be my sidekick

Son of the soil

Some hated me for the color of my skin

Niggas hating

I been silent all my whole life

Popo acting boujee

Nigga called me a low life

Oh oh oh

Tryna take my voice

See my catch a flight tied stone to my leg

No affection

Zero love they got

Watch me fly

Don't give no fuck

Like a Chinese restaurant

Jumping every hurdle

Every single day by day

Oh yea

Hated on my lifestyle yet still wanna be me

Suicide mission

I'm inferno, do not tryna stop my flames

Doing my thing my style my way.

I'm born for this

I'm born for this

You ain't ready for me

I'm the boy from the hood

Yeah I'm moving to the top

I been working all night

I was only 9 years when I lose my dad

Imma fight all stress make I lose poverty

Only mama dey for me

And I want good life

And I want good life

For me and my mama and my brother

Imma chilling in ma hood

Imma smoking drugs and doing drug

Imma go to church and I pray to god

Just for good life and the good life

I'm the son of soil

And I'm moving to the top

More life to my enemy

And greatness to my energy

Son of the soil

Some hated me for the color of my skin

Niggas hating

I been silent all my whole life

Popo acting boujee

Nigga called me low life

Tryna take my voice

See my catch a flight

Tied stone to my leg

No affection

Zero love they got

Watch me fly

Don't give No fuck

Like a Chinese restaurant.

Jumping every hurdle

Every single day by day

Oh yea

Hated on my lifestyle yet still wanna be me

Suicide mission

I'm inferno

Do not tryna stop my flames

Doing my thing my style my way

I'm born for this

I'm born for this

You ain't ready for me

Enemy yapa

As I dey face sapa

All of my friends japa

And I feel so sorry for them

And I say kasa

Imma gangster

I been living wrong

I be living rogue

Go rouge or go broke

Wonder Thunder uh uh

Real life

This is the Thuggalife

Uh uh uh