Lyrics
Oga at the top
Give dem
Show them what you got
Give dem
We keep it hot
Like stew in a pot
When we hit the spot
Ouu
Kwesi with the mic like Linton
Gifts for the King
Oya, bring dem
Give dem, give dem, give dem
Hustle is independent
Nigerian descendant
Music is therapeutic
Different, the way I do it
About to give it to dem
About to give it to dem
Middle finger for demons
Tryna stop my achievements
Get the money, get the girl; get the bag
Entrepreneurial just like my dad
Work, hard for the things that I have
Get, paid for my gift of the gab
The pauper that found the quarter the pounder
Soon became the, author the founder
Create my own niche; be invincible
"Na only me waka come", it's the Principal
You've heard rappers but you've never heard a rapper like me
Strictly for my people tipped to be your favourite MC
An animal like Hannibal when attacking the beat
Smacking the track in the back with the back of a tree
Lyrics happen to be blacker than me
Leave your privilege screaming, "Why'd it happen to me?"
"Will you keep quiet!" Get back in your seat
This is London and Lagos together like Adam and Eve
Oga at the top
Give dem
Show them what you got
Give dem
We keep it hot
Like stew in a pot
When we hit the spot
Ouu
Kwesi with the mic like Linton
Gifts for the King
Oya, bring dem
Give dem, give dem, give dem
Knew a man with ambition
With a goal and a vision
Took a look at the system
That was built to resist him
From the school to the prison
Tried to make him a victim
Now he's using his wisdom
Started building his kingdom
First he - made a - plan to - build on - land
Leave a - legacy
Leave a - system - so there's - always
Work for - fremily
Self-reliant - he's relying - on his own - industry
New curriculum new education, send wealth to your 4th generation
Write a story and tell it
Or package knowledge and sell it
Or start a business with credit
Leave competition beheaded
You're one in a mill not run of the mill getting it done
Do what you've never done in a way that's never been done
Learn this - serve this earth with your service
And mankind will be kind to your purpose
We need to kill poverty with intelligence
And leave our grand children an inheritance
Stephen Ovba
O/B/O DistroKid