Headtop Buss From Luss

Yeah, yeah Do what you want You, I'm talking to you Headtop bust It's 'cause of this lust Too many fuss Was tryna get up Pattern a view Validate moods Shelling out fumes Spelling out doom It's a burning desire But your soul, it require I weren't always a trier But my brodie a trier Gotta vibrate higher Or your life get drier Like a punctured tire Are you tired? I gotta stack this Naira So that my aunty's life get finer It's what I'm telling myself But her kids are already her wealth So much so, she said it herself Told me, "Don't wrestle yourself" But if it ain't me, I'ma wrestle the world, world, world, aye Winners waiting in the wings Tell Bojo free up the tings Will he get close and miss? Turn to a bozo, God forbid Winners plotting in the flanks Working, start the session giving thanks (Thank you) Shawty watching where I ranks Talk about long term business plans Chilling outside of Sam's, sixty seconds, nothing long If you're not on what I'm on, these tricky tekkers Heung-min Son If she bad, turn Jamie Lang but black, slip and I might grow fond Ah, shit, now I'm writing songs If I get rich, then it's easy Tell Bojo his lyrics are tired Look around and it isn't inspired Empty street, but the feds on sirens, what? As if only disturbing the silence (Dickhead ting), what? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Do what you want) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You, I'm talking to you) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Constantly working, is it even working? Once I'm immersed in, you don't wanna know Couple tings emerging, it doesn't have to perfect, bruv, we deserve this and you already know Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Already know) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah