Yeah
I told y'all we was coming baby
With the lord as my witness
It's over
COD motherfucker
Yeah, I'm moving on the scene
The nicest on the mic
Since Martin Luther had a dream
Grown in America, but I am from a place
Where genocide can turn around and wipe a city clean
Usually I stay away from sending out shots
But my vocal box is like a fully loaded Glock.
So, when I say hit the deck, I don't mean a yacht
I mean you should duck and you could say hello to Pac
All I know is go, I never learned stop
The artist playin hits and I don't need to wear a smock
I love my whole city, I could never claim a block
So goodbye to the bottom and hello to the top
You can't hold me, the streets don't own me
I'm pushing you back for the last time
I said you can't hold me, the streets don't own me
I'm pushing you back for the last time
Cause I'm getting away, I'm getting away, I'm getting away while I can
I said I'm getting away, I'm getting away, I'm getting away while I can
I would rather break up bread than make war
I'd rather have one real friend than fake four
I am never satisfied with things that I achieve
Cause the truth is I'm obsessed with the idea of getting more
Yup, you got it. Ain't nobody doper
My mom was from Uganda but my dad was Ethiopian
So what I'm hoping is to inspire the rebels
And be loved by the ladies, you can see their hearts opening
I'm feeling like the score is in my favor
I got the juice, now what calls is the flavor
When I make it, don't call me a savior
Call me the indie artist that can ball with the majors
Yeah
This is for my Ethiopian brothers
This is for my Ugandan rebels
The world is in trouble right now
It's calling on us to make a change
This is for my Ethiopian brothers
This is for my Ugandan rebels
The world is in trouble right now
It's calling on us to make a change
Yeah
