Igboro (streets) Lyrics

I remember nights when I wake up with no paper

I remember that I give middle fingers to the

Haters

My dream was to buy mama 50 acres

So bad man on the road like a paper chaser

Cause everyday we Dey for igboro

Money must enter the kolo

Stick to the plan, stick to the plan, high demand

They say your city was a pot of gold

We gon' crash it when no one's home

As we pull up and force it

They thought I wouldn't make it this far

They thought I wouldn't make it this far

See how the niggas moving than a fast car

Look in my life it's like a five star

Lately I've been pacing and clutching

Fast on the road like a penis on a quickie

Tryna find me a piece of gold

Through the highs and lows, to the West Indies

Bad man na rest in peace

I will never stop till I rest in peace

I'ma do this till I get the best of me

What is work without all this pain

Hard work pays

I've been grinding for days

14 days on my pace

I've been gunning all these Js

I'm rolling up these Js now

Pull up in a Tesla key

And then

These niggas wanna roll with me

And then

These niggas wanna pa with me parole

I build the money up and it's nothing

Pull up in a Tesla key

These niggas do like me

No no it's unlikely

How I do it so differently

Who's last, who's best, who's best

These niggas don't know we next

We next to blow, we next to show

For the doh, and we getting all the bags

I remember nights when I wake up with no paper

I remember that I give middle fingers to the Haters

My dream was to buy mama 50 acres

So bad man on the road like we paper chaser

Cause everyday we Dey for igboro

Money must enter the kolo