Where I'm From

Mo ranti time when I dey squat for

Ebuka house

Ni Ketu when it’s time to sleep ma fi

egbe sori couch

Reminisce about the time we lived

from hand to mouth

Only thing on my mind one day I must

make it out

Whether na straight or narrow or by

hook or crook

Mo ma jere ise owo mi

Build a crib from hooks

Mo mo pe o ma jina one day wetin God

dey cook

 Life my canvas painting pictures look

I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

 Lati kekere I dey my ones

To the promise land we go ride on

 Mom I’m a smoker now

don’t know that happened

Somewhere between ditchin computer

science for rapping

cappin’ the game was my aim when I

came in look in my eyes

 you can tell I’m not the same one

 Cant say I never gave it everything the

game wants

 word to my drive they never slid in my

lane once

 Only stopping for pedestrians

some real pink promethazine till we in

the mezzanine stuntin

 my **** in the cut like they never

been hunting

 paint you on the ceiling

 they trynna Sistine something

 The game tried to fill me with hate but

I still love it

 Now pull up to the curb

 Pedestrian was saying something

 I wanna tell my story

Come see the place I’m from

Mo ti n ba won fa kpoli

Grandma no be my fault

Hustle aiye o fe gbo Story

Na why me I dey bomb

 Lati kekere I dey my ones

To the promise land we go ride on

 24/8 367 on the road it’s nothing new

Walk in my shoes u go stop dey tell me

lucky you

Cause I been on the road flipping,

turning 1 to 2

 Mo sare many miles, tell by these

bloody shoes

 16 missed calls from grandma where

are you

16 Bar loops when I shoulda been in

school

 And if you think I’m lost too young to

carry you

 E ma binu ise lo so omo nu