GOD & BAG

Many things I see but mouth no de reason am

Been on low key like a criminal, chasing money every season ahh

And be a long time on the road, keep my head up I can’t fold, e no easy for me o na God hand I hold.

I keep going with no fears, small time I go reach there, when I turn up them go fear fear and my haters body dem go paper

Now I de de my day, roll my weed, no money please don’t call me, cus na money de ginger me, smoke my weed up no you can’t hinder me you can’t hinder me

If not God and the bag

Where I for dey my guy

You for hear say I don die

But oluwa gat me e no let me fall