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You can't style me, i'm golden

My days ones they ain't folding

From the dirt to a rover

Ti yen zhemi till is over,payday is getting closer

Lahakara kan yarima,big bags no be drama

Ma mandem got hit

I can't be regular rapper,i'm destined for this

So fly like a choppa them girlies they want me to hit

Mborila cash, i cannot resist

Middle finger to the haters

I'm on a different dimension ,i don't want distractions

I hang with the real

Fake niqqas outta site,eyes on the bag no be lie

Up through night with my guy

Money machines, you cannot fuck up the vibe

Pull my life on the line, a yi jema don't hate on my shine

Ti yi yina dem pagans are hiding

T town we are going viral

I'm not stopping,my shit popping

I keep working,i got bills to pay

Back in a days I was feeling lonely

They can't control me

Beard boy no be og,kirkland dey for backseat

What's up what's up what's up what's up what's up my g

What's hanning, i don't really care about the love

You can't rid of my stuff

Straight from the booth, i pay all my dues

Di yi pa lagri man cut the case

I can't waste my time on what they say

I'm here to stay,feel the blaze

What's Popping, A je gno dinsani

Ti zherimi you know how we coming

Coming

N nyela master with no title

I won't give it all to the pagans

I have been feeling lonely, can somebody hold me

You just can't overthrow me uhhh

Is this love uhhh

You can't style me, i'm golden

My days ones they ain't folding

From the dirt to a rover

Ti yen zhemi till is over,payday is getting closer

Lahakara kan yarima,big bags no be drama

Up for life, i want some more

Manje draw, i gotta score

Money moves, f*ck the law

Quit the hate, you gotta pause

Talk sh*t get blocked

Selfmade in this music

Ti ku che till we all all win all win

You can't style me, i'm golden

My days ones they ain't folding

From the dirt to a rover

Ti yen zhemi till is over,payday is getting closer

Lahakara kan yarima,big bags no be drama

My mandem got hit