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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prettyboy D-O
Prettyboy D-O
Performer
Donald Ofik
Donald Ofik
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Ofik
Donald Ofik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trill XO
Trill XO
Producer
Tochi Bedford
Tochi Bedford
Producer

Lyrics

My momma ask me why you smellin' like claro?
Tell her 'cause the streets been kicking my nyash, oh
That na why this Hennessy dey my cup
So, momma, if I slur my words, please don't judge me
Mom, I'm at war
Say a prayer 'cause I'm in war
Now they call me bro, these days, I ain't sure
Tell me in the Bible, who killed Abel?
Look where me from, we no get help, oh
In Africa here, every man dey for himself, oh, self, oh
We paperchasing in the ghetto
I leave my house, my momma scream, "Protect yourself, oh", self, oh
Bondage, bondage
Say we living in bondage, bondage
Here, tomorrow's not promised, promised
'Cause we living in bondage, bondage, yeah
Bondage, bondage
Say we living in bondage, bondage
Here, tomorrow's not promised, promised
'Cause we living in bondage, bondage, yeah
Where me from, we no drink Bullet, Bullet, Bullet
Because these days, they using bullets, bullets, bullets
You need your vision before it's too late, too late, too late
They no look face before they pull it, pull it, pull it
Told them before, we going forward, backward never
I climb the stage, they scream and jump up like Up NEPA
I miss my bro, he dey for cell like na Mandela
I no fit judge, he took a risk to make life better
Oh, yeah
I'm exhausted
'Cause back in my city, they get a complex
Another man winning don't stop your success
That's what happens when they judge you by your pocket
But me no know them, tell them back up, back up, get back
I say my motto na to stack up, stack up cheddar
I dey my hood, me ask them who dey, who dey, who dey
And if na war, I'm screaming "Tule, tule, tule"
I came from nothing, came from rags and I found riches
Some boys dey reason, dem dey ask if I use witches
You get some money, that's when dem boys become serpents
But make dey try me, I go use Louboutin match am
Mom, I'm at war
Say a prayer 'cause I'm in war
Now they call me bro, these days, I ain't sure
Tell me in the Bible, who killed Abel?
Look where me from, we no get help, oh
In Africa here, every man dey for himself, oh, self, oh
We paperchasing in the ghetto
I leave my house, my momma scream, "Protect yourself, oh", self, oh
Bondage, bondage
Say we living in bondage, bondage
Here, tomorrow's not promised, promised
'Cause we living in bondage, bondage, yeah
Bondage, bondage
Say we living in bondage, bondage
Here, tomorrow's not promised, promised
'Cause we living in bondage, bondage, eh
Where me from, we no drink Bullet, Bullet, Bullet
Because these days, they using bullets, bullets, bullets
Written by: Donald Ofik
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