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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oba Lurge
Oba Lurge
Vocals
Crossroadz
Crossroadz
Vocals
badmanweelz
badmanweelz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Olufemi Anthony
George Olufemi Anthony
Composer
Tuoyo Tosan Jarikpe
Tuoyo Tosan Jarikpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crossroadz
Crossroadz
Producer

Lyrics

Ya ya
Eh
Oba Lurge is in the building
Oba Lurge is in the house
Wake up everyday first I'm down on my knees
Open my lappy make I stack some cheese
Call a bad shawty way dey feel my p
Then I hit the booth just to pen how I feel
Men these broke days are crazy I'm grateful shit is over
Living for a moment to be in the studio with Hov
I spit fire like a stupid stove
King in this game boy truth be told
Independently I'm making moves ain't got a record deal
The only thing I ever signed is bad distribution deals
Need money, gotta sort big bills
They shaking when they see me cos they know I'm prolly here to kill
Independently I built this from the ground up
You got advice with no money? keep your mouth shut
Shawty hands off lemme take it off
You had a rough day baby? Lemme break you off
Don't trust you it's in God I trust.
You really gotta hustle just for you to be the boss
King Lurge I'm the last of us
The ones after me gon be gods of course
I’m talking my nephews and my sons of course
The ones after me gon be gods of course
King Lurge I'm the last of us
The ones after me gon be gods of course
I’m talking my nephews and my sons of course
The ones after me gon be gods of course
It’s for sure
Halle let my brothers in the spirit sing
Jireh him don come him don drop the pay
Halle let my brothers in the spirit sing
Spirit sing, spirit sing
Halle let my brothers in the spirit sing
Jireh him don come him don drop the pay
Halle let my brothers in the spirit sing
Spirit sing, spirit sing
Yea yea
Ain't gotta call nobody I'm the dough dealer
I'm the one you call when you need a dough dealer
A hustler I'm trading records for cheese
I like your shawty better when she on her knees
But beyond that I gotta pay the bills by any means
With no gang affiliation I been thuggin in the streets
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm grateful for the bread and butter we found in the streets
I'm talking boss talks, making calculative moves
 Turning 1 into a 2
2 to a 4 4 to an 8 & 16
All my life I been haunted by my big dreams
Took me a decade just to play in the big leagues
Can't lie I think I'm big Mich
Larry Hoover
Praise God
Hallelujah
Amen
Hallelujah
Halle tell them make them come gyrate
Tell them make them come gyrate
Enemies tell them make them come gyrate
Halle let my brothers in the spirit sing
Spirit sing, spirit sing
For the saints and sinners, tell them make them come gyrate
God e don come drop pay
Written by: George Olufemi Anthony, Tuoyo Tosan Jarikpe
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