Laylow
Music, music on my mind
Vans on my feet so you know I'm on my grind
Nikkas, real nikkas, by my side
Bad boys for life we ride we ride or die
Show no emotion to these muh fukas
Raw, everyday all day so we don't cry
New niggas try to get with the crew
They feel the vibe my dick aint bus so u can't ride alright
I know it looks like we living the life
But this is africa boy we livin a lie
Look at me african american accent
Cuz the culture in my city is absent
So my dream is based on jay-z’s experience of life
Money is what I pray on my family is who I lay on
Momma gave my crayons so since a kid I'm drawing mansions
We envy the rich and never be rich
envy sick rappers and never be sick
That's our destiny but I'm going against the odds
I can see a bright in between the fogs
I can see every princess kissing the frogs
I can see all my nikkas names on these blogs
African boys
But people look at us and make noise like
Carmen
He’s running, he’s crying, he’s scared,
African Boy
Save this African boy
Bala de Prata
Code of conducts you see him with a tie on
He is trying to follow ethics but hidden is the lion
His Ambition is alive he believes he is going to die young
Sleeps nights, wrinkled face can’t be ironed
He has been going after money he ignores the sunset
His mom can’t remember the last time her son sat
And the day he is going to get it he is never going to come back
Small hustlers ambition he has been there done that
He wants to be that rapper, married to an actress
Tools on his jeans the microphone is an asset
Whatever he has seen he is going to have access
He is on big dreams so he bought a bigger mattress
Citizen of the world yeah, he has been trying to Immigrate
He ain’t never seen afraid, he says, so
Fuck the world boy I am just about to penetrate.
Carmen
He’s running, he’s crying, he’s scared,
African Boy
Save this African boy