Ooh, yeah, yeah, Blacko, eyEy ta-ta-ta-ta Ey (Dystinkt Beats)
All my niggas tri mu yɛ sumDon’t you mess around with the crewSwear to God this time ayɛ huSo we strapped all night in the sumClearin’ everyone who don’t wantMe to live my life, fucking foolsRest in peace too all of them dudesTalk is cheap that’s all you dey doMeet the trapper of the yearMeet the man who’s always been (ooh, yeah)Sad and ballin’ every dayAsk about me, ask about meGave up many times on my wayHad no one to come get me litToo many times I said, “Back again”They was very tired of me
You know sad boys don’t fold (fold, fold)So jigga man never fold (fold, fold) (oh, oh)I kept my heart cold (cold, cold) (oh, oh)And I went through this all (oh, oh)You know sad boys don’t fold (fold, fold) (oh, yeah)So jigga man never fold (fold, fold) (oh, yeah)I kept my heart cold (cold, cold) (oh, yeah)And I fought like a man, bro
Sendin’ love to my rastas (to my)We’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastas (love to my)We’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastas (love to my)We’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastas (love to my)We’ll be great nti moda a monda, ay
Can’t you see I don’t move like you?Big Sherif when I talk I doTook my L’s with my chest out truePampanaa I don’t watch I shootMr. Man what you you really wanna do?Tell me now if you’re done with the schoolThat’s my mom anytime on the phoneShe don’t like the path that I’m on (yeah)But I understand‘Cause nobody know the shit that I’m on, ohhI understand‘Cause nobody know the shit that I’m onOh that, I’m on
Sendin’ love to my rastasWe’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastasWe’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastasWe’ll be great nti moda a mondaSendin’ love to my rastasWe’ll be great nti moda a monda, ay
Yeah, yeahYou know sad boys don’t fold (oh, yeah)So jigga man never fold (oh, yeah)I kept my heart cold (oh, yeah)And I fought like a man, bro(Bam, bam)
