Lyrics HÂRD. (The Originals) - Tobe Nwigwe

(Yeah)
(Get twisted sundays)
(Hahah, uhh)

(Young, young, young, young, young) Tobe
Why you rappin' so hard?
I don't know
I hop on tracks like Geronomo
My flow sicker than a common cold
Gladiator with the bars
Killing all the competition like I'm Maximo
Hop on any beat they ask me for
Eat the beat up then it's Kachifo
That's goodnight in Igbo
I'm the debo form of Edgar Allen Poe
I know what the hood is wildin' for
That's why all my bars are casserole
To the homies in the cage tryna catch a wave
Puffin' on that cabbage smoke
They go nuts, they go pistachio
They just really need a chaperone
And I'm the leader can't you see the flow is Aquafina
I just keep their glasses full
Got 'em taking sips of water
Lowkey feeling like a martyr
No wrestling I'm the king of the ring
Feel like Jerry Lawler
Used to flip with dub in his Impala
Singing wanna be a baller
Young black and I'm a scholar
Skin the same color copper
PSA, you look dirty if ya white tee got brown around the collar
Wipe ya neck off brodie
But don't ever be ashamed
Cause I swear I was the same
When I wasn't able contemplated Cain
Then I got word from a birdie
Came down with a holy kiss
Told me all my sauce was erroneous
If my flow wasn't the holiest
That was 2011
A spec in your eye changed the spectrum
Hell round by about the age of 7 I felt like all my dogs could go to Heaven
Roof bark loud if you with me
Black proud and I'm gifted
I'm tryna pack crowds till I'm 60
Make rap a cash cow and get milky
Look on the low I was told to beware of dairy like I was lactose
Then I turned 25 and realized it was only by those that lack toast
Boy I'm talking bread
You need that there to get ahead
Not just good intentions
Good intentions ain't gon' put no roof over ya head
So get ya paper shake the feds read ya books stay ahead
Cut through the bull like a bayonet
And pray like Jabez for the days ahead

(Ooh, ooh)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh)
(I'm gone)