Wahala Report

Manchester City 1, Liverpool 1 Arsenal Nihil, Aston Villa(ge) 3 Talk bout highs and lows When you on that floor Drop, drop low Tryna see all fours Wants ice that's froze When a nigga been cold Dance on my nipple and rub my fro Act like you know From the belly of the beast Man decisions I chose You got people I know Don't speak in code If I support you, that's a green light go Lemme be myself My generation screaming feening out for help Like how you get a home for the 2.12 When the 200k don't get no sale On a half a ticket, I admit to myself Gotta sharpen my nails Gotta feel my brail Got a 6-4 split for stock and bonds Give my right left arm when I love my job Do you love your job When I, thank God New flesh, old scars Don't be insecure How you talk to me with no life insurance Like, like what Tell me what you heard Politicians promise words and I concurred Now my quality of life, what I deserve Play so many roles, like mine like hers Product manager, business manager, home manager, content, context Cultural armrest Umm yes I'm stressed I flex, write down for reader's digest Make tunes like Tune Say what's on my mind, my heart my chest Take 25 breaths What's next, what's next Conversation, you complaining, commentary I guess We can kick some game I can tell you pain I'ma do my thing I'ma destiny child, don't say my name 93 Balloons I told you make room We tryna do what we do It's brand new Motherland billing, putting racks in the village If you basic, fly to Cancun Baby girl just flew to Ecuador She love the feeling of money, I want more Wide body, big body, 4-door This bounce off the wall like parkour (parkour nigga) How you learn bout love through divorces (we on the road huh) How you put fits on with team Jordan's (we ready to go huh) How did things turn ugly when you're gorgeous (we really 10 toes huh) Real world outside, go explore it (we gon get it for sure huh) Moon roof to let the smoke clear God on my shoulder speaking into both ears I've been checking on you, making sure the coast clear I know you feel me but can't see me like a ghost here Ah man, y'all niggas better stop playing with me If you ain't know here's what the fuck going on 93 in this bitch Big Uptown Naija shit BSR in the motherfucka oh yea I can't count on me How can I count on y'all She might never get a ring Ima call her Chris Paul Love yours, you deserve to have it all Better sign a prenup, before government do your job I'm an emotionally intelligent, toxic ass nigga That's what they told me Boohoo, you hurt my feelings Who is, who isn't With the pen, I've been scribbling Notes in therapy sessions, making better decisions Hmm Zim Zimma, no this not a beamer Bought an Alfa cause I'm alpha To the beta, handle business It's cool to have 2 degrees nigga You ain't gotta spin the block to just bleed with em You can learn a craft, study math, grow seeds with em Social economics in this country upset my tummy They most def determine actions, it's mathematics Maybe it's all random Maybe we're all dancing To our own instrumentals Maybe we need incentives I'm gon need percentage Hoodini you pretending, hmmm Back when parents used to threaten me with robitussin It would snow, I ain't wanna wear a coat What if I told you I'm still stubborn, huh Now I'm grown, it's a different way it shows If you know, what I don't Teach me, and I'll grow True colors, they'll show Between the highs, the highs And lows, the lows