Ooh-oh, oh(Gaaga Music)Mmm-oh, woah-ohLarry Gaaga
All the days of my life I’ve been runnin’I came from a place where dem man don’t do startin’ oh (I came from a place where dem man don’t do startin’ oh)
Everybody start doin’ somethin’, I had no option but grind, I was grindin’ oh (grind, I was grindin’, ye)As I dey talk, I am far awayFar away, chasin’ all my goalsGirl, I dey shout, no be soft play, ay (play, ay)Cool life, better life, that is all I want (all I want)
I’m not asking for too much oh (too much)If it’s too much, you should let me know
I’m cool with whatever, I swear, my broAs streets, one man from the Zongo, yoThe fam part from my life isn’t object (isn’t object)When that time surely comes, you go knowBut, for now, I’m outside with family24-seven, manshe ruu (ooh)
This my letter from overseasI am doing goodBut, tell my niggas to pray for meAnd, I’ll keepin’ movin’This my letter from overseasI am doing good
Now, go tell my niggas to pray for me, ah-ah (Larry Gaaga)And, I’ll keepin’ movin’ (ayy)
Issa Rasta thing, ahI don’t slack, I don play my guitarOn some gangster shit, brahTime flies, you don’t stain my guitarPretty badman dey, ahTell you, nobody fit stand my face, ahThe kind of life I live wideDey no go know me for road, my friend, ah
I’m not asking for too much oh
If it’s too much, you should let me knowI’m cool with whatever, I swear, my broAs streets, one man from the Zongo, yoThe fam part from my life isn’t object (isn’t object)When that time surely comes, you go knowBut, for now, I’m outside with family (family, familyyy)24-seven, manshe ruu (ooh)
This my letter from overseas
I am doing goodBut, tell my niggas to pray for meAnd, I’ll keepin’ movin’This my letter from overseasI am doing goodNow, go tell my niggas to pray for me, ah-ahAnd, I’ll keepin’ movin’
Larry Gaaga
