Lyrics No Die Tomorrow - Ice Prince

Die
Yes, I
You dunno

My mummy tell me say:
"Watch out for the snakes and watch out for the phytons"
And Jago tell me say:
Open up the soul when the people turn the mic on
Zamani boy kill another one
Kicks with my Louis and my Vuitton
Badman, all of dem a run
Me take their words back like a dem Quran

Charlie make I see space
Ati ready ball step
Make I introduce you to Sammy, that be my Jos friend
Rappers taking shots at me ′cause I'm killing, I′m off them
Booyaka-booyaka, now this girl feeling like us fam'
2015, naim be the question
My people dey anticipate who go be the next one
When after all we know say, Allah, dem go rig elections ('cause I)
Upcoming artiste no fit afford money for session (damn)

See me I don′t fear another man
′Cause if I don die today, I no go die tomorrow
Make dem open up my yarn
'Cause me I don cry today, I no go lie tomorrow
Jehovah don bless my Ramadan
Put me on top my base na-na-na
Make dem open up my yarn
Put me on top my game, oh Lord

And I wonder why
Some people dem thief money and dem a carry dey go
I wonder why
Some people dem a sleep for bridge with no place to go
Politicians dem a cover up the truth
We bringing up corruption in the youth
See the kind of money all of dem a loot
Terrorist dem a gather more recruits

Even if we diss dem, shebi dem go listen?
Before you know it dem go say five billion is missing
And even if you suffer dem no dey see am like big thing
Ask the people wey dey for Jos, na we be victim
Za-Zamani boy kill another
All their children Instagram na Louis and Vuitton
See me no fear no badman, all of dem a run
Government dey take their words but that one no be Haram

See me I don′t fear another man
'Cause if I don die today, I no go die tomorrow
Make dem open up my yarn
′Cause me I don cry today, I no go lie tomorrow
Jehovah don bless my Ramadan
Put me on top my base na-na-na
Make dem open up my yarn
Put me on top my game, oh Lord

Dey shoot a magazine 'pon the ghetto youth
Na-na-na-na-na, rain fall down
Dey shoot a magazine ′pon the ghetto youth (yes, I)
Na-na-na-na-na (booyaka)
Dem bring me down, dem bring speed up
Shebi dem go cure my craze?

Get your juju make you carry am go
Jehovah dey surround my place, yeah
Hey, babe, they call me Ice Prince Zamani
Kids call me Ice Prish
They go like uncle Ice Prish, yes, I
Okay, booya, turn up

See me I don't fear another man
'Cause if I don die today, I no go die tomorrow
Make dem open up my yarn
′Cause me I don cry today, I no go lie tomorrow
Jehovah don bless my Ramadan
Put me on top my base na-na-na
Make dem open up my yarn
Put me on top my game, oh Lord

Okay, me and my grip boys, we no dey look face
And if you bite this, omo, that one na toothache
See, we the warriors, we dey look up to 2Face
But me and Snickerboy na mostly noodles we dey cook plate
Who gives the fuck though? Weak bar
Shebi na Ice Prince don dey become a big star?
Shebi na Meek Mill don dey invite am come Philly?
How I go pay attention when niggas dey talk silly?

Na which kain pekere be this?
Obesere be this, ayy
Na which kain pekere be this?
Put me on top my game, oh, ayy
Na which kain pekere be this?
Pekere be this, ayy
Na which kain pekere be this?
Na-na-na-na-na, Sammy Gyang

Put me on top my game, oh
Turn on my, turn on my game