[Intro: V1LL14N]
Coco coco jambo
Sote tutasherehekea
Nigeria
Kaka Yangu
My Brother
Ya


[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Rest in power, it's all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, n***as'll smoke your ass to have the juice
Riding around in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping
With 48 ounces and cigarette butts
Fucking around with the up echelon
They will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose
Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves
Click clack, get powed, bitch, it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return with a past
Key in ignition, foot on the gas
None of you n***as is acting that jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll take you to my panic room
[Verse 2: K’naan]
Yeah
They tried to take you from me but you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy
Dear Mama, you helped me write this
By showing me to give is priceless

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, one thing for sure, I ain't never been a runner
Hangin' out the window, I was always gunnin'
Got a little feet work, then I start huntin'
Take 'em out the game, I'ma kill all opponents
Even in the rain, I'll go drill, homie
Speakin' on my name, bitch, you know I don't condone it
Just hit a stain, left no blood up me
Rock 'em to sleep, we ain't doin' no peaces and treaties
We want that lil' bitch underneath
Draco in reach, if he reachin', I'm teachin'
I'm shootin', he leakin' until he deceased
Playin' for keeps, I'm runnin' with thiefs
Still do a drill while I'm bumpin' Keef
Tell him, "Come see," but he know what it be
Whole lotta Crips when he pull in the street
Snort you a Perc' and you think you a killer
I went, did a drill but I was sober, my n***a
Hunnid some shots when I walk 'em down
Day before I said that I was gon' overkill 'em
[Verse 4: V1LL14N]
Uh, uh
I don't trap, I got traps, I ain't trapped, uh
Harlem world, on the map, where it's at, uh
A$AP, on my tat, look at that, uh

[Verse 5: K‘naan]
How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday
When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way?
How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all?
Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall
It's to give

[Bridge: V1LL14N]
I guess I'll pass it on
Mother thinks she in the streets of Babylon
Yeah, ASAP

[Verse 6: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah
Pull up on the block
Sippin the Wock
Toastin the Glock, wet
Word to my pops
Stayin up top
That's on my spot, uhh
My pants too wasted
Waistbands on fastened
All these hoes look basic
Mad Raf in the basement
Might get off on complacement
Couldn't face it, man
That's racist
You a racist
Where the caves went?
[Verse 7: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Smokin the gas, yeah
My n***a...
Just passed, yeah
Gas
Is what we smoke, yeah
Smell like an armpit it's toke, ooh
Nasty, kiki
Hold up!
Let me hit it, huh?
Might need me a minute, umn haha
Stoop, yeah, how I cum on top your boo, ooh
I have the forbidden fruit, ooh
That mean that I got the fucking wisdom to kill the pussy like OG used to sip with y'all loose
Now we slide right on the goose

[Verse 8: 21 Savage]
Life ain't been no walk through the park, where do I start?
Young n***a selling rock and robbin', just not to starve
He never paid attention in school, can't get a job
Plus he confused, most of his partners behind bars, he turned to God
Asking Him why he was dealt these cards, he feeling odd
His blood is cold, his heart's scarred but he's a street n***a
He got a pistol, he gon' eat n***a
He give a fuck about a bitch or a weak n***a and that's real
And if that ain't real then tell me what it is
My cousin, 19, they gave his ass 20 years
My n***a Larry died and I'm still shedding tears
But I salute him cause he kept it real
But there's a lot of fakes
Backstabbing ass hoes and snakes
They turn on their people for a little piece of cake
And when you make it to the top, these fuck n***as hate
But I'm okay cause I know one day
That I'ma leave and they gon' know that I was 100
21, bitch

[Verse 9: V1LL14N]
Run up on your block in the snow, man'll do it no plow, man'll do it no plow
Yeah, the flow ain't mine 'cause I'm feeling ill, I beg someone ask me how (How?)
Well, I got checked up and my doctor said that it's influenza (My chwest)
But I'm in the booth tryna be a rapper, not an influencer (Mm-mm)