LEKKI PARADISE ft. BarelyAnyHook Lyrics

I'm out in Lekki paradise

Shawty wondering why i sent this Text at night

That's cause my demons tend to keep me paralyzed

I'm frantic with my movement, don't know what next I'll have to sacrifice

Changing up careers

The only time I thought I'd flip degrees was when I was doing Centigrades to Fahrenheits

My lust for life, fuck it, already lost it right

Funny what gave me back my light was when I almost lost my life

Took forever to realign but I'm promising I'll be back tonight

And I'm back tonight

I stand rightfully

I stand here, in all glory, unrivaled

I Solemnly swear, my left on the bible

They won't kill me, not on streets, records or cyphers

I'm not one to be compared to one these hypemen

The difference between us is in-between the lines like a hyphen

I'm rapper, y'all like-rappers who don't like rapping

Play that mask off, we taking off on y'all niggas disguising

Said you paid your dues, you didn't even make it to the deposit

Every artiste knows to always trust the process

That's why I'm always moving way too cautious

Too methodic

I'm not famous, I'm acknowledged

Overzealous storyteller

Even when I drop a free verse, it still turns out anecdotic

With this vision, Imma take the game to places never thought of

Can't be caught off, no guard

Y'all be sinners, no God

Born sinner, young god

And I put that on God

I'm in lekki phase 1 just like Bnxn

But I came in with your broad

Whole lotta red, lotta mob

And I'm fucking the game up

Yeah, I'm up in this bitch till that hoe throb

In this bitch till that hoe throb

And you know we gonna go far

I'm the uncanny and unexpected just like when it rains and when it pours in December

Niggas be looking out for me cause they didn't want me to win, man, that's a moral dilemma

But I borrowed a pen to

Get rid of aggression, this shit could get pent up

Cause I had to re-centre

Coulda chose any venture

But hip hop was such an adventure

This is the part where the grim meets colder ripper

Rap era's open season

In frame like the Mona Lisa

The soul of my city a part of me that I keep a piece of

Two fingers in the sky for the 02, I keep a peace up

True enough

Person wey never do shit go say that you ain't do enough

Like you don't even know my story, man, I been through enough

Either I'm God level or I ain't good enough

Either way, whether it's true or not, we still gonna be suiting up

That part's not even in question

Salt Bar seasoning hands

My fans stay sprinkled and repping

Humble, I was at the class as a student in front of some legends

Competition studied all my shit, I'm still teaching some lessons

I forgot to rate myself at some point in all of this

Niggas were on Hulkshare going Hulk without balling fists

Shorty said she got too much bullshit from Tauruses

All I see is signs telling me I should call it in

Way too many lanes for you too take my name literally

These lines come written for me

The rhymes come ribboned and free

Cyclops vision above my goggles invisibly

Blind trust, Gillyweed got me breathing efficiently

Beneath the Gidi waves

Tokin' taking in the cityscape

Super Yogo, clown horns, feel like I'm a kid again

Can't even be out at dark cuz they been going Crayola man

Colored trucks that pick you out the lot like you littering

Double back, beneath the Gidi waves

Taking in a pretty face

Shorty look like Simi Drey, then you see the waist

Deepest conversations and we just lay where the pieces lay

All this talent in you, you taking too long to seize the day

Running out of time is all perception

Still I'm on the court the clock at four seconds

Picked the lock and now it's all basket

I verse and I verse, I'm all practice

The arena got a long rafter

What a page-turner, cliffhangers after all chapters

The gall of these niggas got me puking out the gall bladder

All my shit slaps like bad manners

Or lemon vinaigrette over raw salad

Ask what happened to hip-hop, I tell em' that y'all happened

I can't close my eyes for two seconds

The chaos erupts like volcanic Water on my face

Heat of the moment leave me with fogged glasses

When it rains

She console me with more splashes mixed with lemonade

Grown fashion like Mai Atafo had me a denim made

I'll wait…

Shit

Either way, I'm still gonna be suited up

Right next to the supernova, true enough

Two suns in the sky like we found your Hyundai and we blew it up

What

BarelyAnyHook