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Composure - AKA
One two one two
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table
Without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion
I ain't mad at y'all
I know you f**k with every classic
In my catalog
And it go word
Team thick as lootlove
Cashtime with the sheen team
Push dust
I don't need a green screen
When I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing
Nigga's get touched
And it's super unlocked unlocked
I don't give a f**k about
Your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me
Need to set alarm clocks
Word to all my naija homies
Getting telecom guap
In the billboards
That's the shit that I kill for
Big dreams since I was a lil boy
I'm stressed
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f**k
But I ain't got a f**k left
I'm blessed
Let me ball like the ballon door
Forbes if you ever fall it's a cannonball
Miss me with the
Bullshit like el matador
I just hope you're that involved
When the camera off
Bang bang bang and
It's all about the moola
Big shout out to sbuda
Smoking buddha in abuja
Tunnel vision got me thinking
Future like computers
20 bitches swimming in
The pool like barracuda oh
Maybe I should spit
Something we can build with
I think we all need change
Who got the till slip
It's way beyond drake and meek mill shit
F**k a fiance I got a lil kid
Even ricky called me the other day
Stuck in the middle
It's sad that we can't collaborate
Tried to be civil until
I saw your twitter page
But I was out in europe doing bigger things
See when it rains it pours
Understand with me when it's war it's war
Thinking back you wasn't even national yet
Matter fact I used to be a fan of your shit
Young king
I should've took you under my wing
Instead I let you under my skin
I know coming up is a wonderful thing
But even I get uncomfortable
When they call me the king
I know you play like you humble
But we just one and the same
You tryna stay out of trouble
And I'm just stuck in my lane
I hope the pressure don't make me buckle
So much in my plate
Appetite for destruction
This shit is like a buffet hey hey hey
Hold it now hold it now hold it now
This ain't your moment we own it now
You feeling some type of way
They go ask me what this song about
Composure composure
Composure composure
Hmmm know yourself
I'm from the future
Let's take it back to the music
Cause I can't control myself
My nigga's on the road
F**king crazy bitches
I be on my phone looking
Through my baby pictures
That's what the f**k
You call a juxtaposition
Had enough of these clubs
But they don't wanna miss it
All the bae's blow me kisses
Drinking champagne just to piss it
Nigga's been saying all my shit authentic
Every trinidad james
Get your fifteen minutes
Heard your new release
Put that shit on fast-forward
Captain of my team
This a contact sport
This is combat
Need a ball sack for it
This a marathon track all the boys on roids
Time to hit the road pull your money up
Went gold but you niggas did it funny style
Ko didn't even try to floss with it
Saying oh when you
With it like a boss nigga
All this talk about god
I'mma show you hell
Bring it to your face like loriel
My niggas in position
When they ring the bell
They gonna get your ponytail
Like the holy grail
That's the problem
With you new school cats
Took your old style
From malumkoolkat
I got my hands in the dirt
Such a pity that you
Can't dance on the verse
Hold it now hold it now hold it now
This ain't your moment we own it now
You feeling some type of way
They go ask me what this song about
Composure composure
Composure composure
Hmmm know yourself
I'm from the future
Let's take it back to the music
Cause I can't control myself
I'm the reason niggas
Had the saga on repeat
Now you wanna charge me eighty
Thousand for a beat
Load it up on data file put it on wax
Streets on smash but your video trash
Lately I been going
Through some changes
Tryna figure out
Where I let my momma down
Cause the mother of
My child is an angel
Do I blame it on myself
Or this fame shit
Busy putting in the hours
Final touches to the album
When I should have bought
You flowers and the bracelet
Now we gotta make different
Living arrangements
All the family gonna
See this shit in the papers
My father telling me
Don't make the same mistakes
Coming home late
And the plates in the microwave
Now you got your very own baby face
We were so in love back
In 88 anyway
I don't give a f**k
What you say to me
All you bitches in the club
Look the same to me
I'mma need a double cup
Like a major league
Why you tryna front like
You ain't afraid of me
Super mega touch down
Every city you go
Heard you moving up now
In the city of gold
When I go to maftown
I'mma sit on the throne
Tryna fill up the dome
About to fill up your home oh
Hold it now hold it now hold it now
This ain't your moment we own it now
You feeling some type of way
They go ask me what this song about
Composure composure
Composure composure
Hmmm know yourself
I'm from the future
Let's take it back to the music
Cause I can't control myself