Winners

My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished
I send you love, send you light
«Where have you been?»
I never left, please get it right
«Mr. Sterling, why so cold with all this ice?»
«Mr. Sterling, why so cold but still polite?»
Life ain’t a game but you know we play dice
We so nice and original, over and stripes
We from site, where we strike you can’t fight
I ride for my niggas, we know you ride bikes
Yeaah…
Baby girl you gotta breathe
She’s been through hell and back but you no go see
They call her names but she no dey 'gree
It’s a cold world, girl you bouta freeze
You know, I ain’t sure you prepared for this
You rehearsed for this, she now smoking weed
Her dad overseas but she’s never seen, him all her life
5 kids, her mom had to make sure they all survive
Daddy said he’ll send money but it was all a lie
Fast forward, they all alive
Every Sunday they go to church and praise Jesus Christ
She said «Nyame na ɛhwɛ nnipa, ɛnyɛ nnipa. Nkwa yɛ biibia nyɛ sika»,
nso girl that’s right
Baby girl that’s right, the high is for the low so she took that flight
Yeah
My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished
I’m at loggerheads with my best friend
She didn’t post me, she knows, i’m tryna be known, nobody knows me
She owes me, my insecurities live with me closely, pretty soon they will expose
me
These are words from Abena, a pretty young girl
Beautiful in and out but boy, she can’t tell
Depends on public opinion to survive and she read in a magazine that beauty
sells
Why so insecure, you look amazing
Pay no mind to the haters, they always hating
Chase your dreams, it’s worth chasing but be patient this life, eno be racing
A wise one said you so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you
look to a stranger, and i felt that
Beware of backstabbers, please you know, they dangerous
We studied the greats, how could we fail
We study real rap in detail
We sold our soul, presale and bought it back, resale
Shouts to my bro, Fishscale
A talent gone to waste, he was the hottest back in the day, now the saddest in
so many ways
I never pray, I meditate, listen to the universe on a daily base,
fuck a daily raise
Stephen Appiah flow, bro this be Capito
All the girls dey love me, they call me Papito
Jamaica ein poppy drop, we hit block but we still trot from C1 to Ravico
Big big shoutouts to my bro Kalito, you the shit lo bi lagbito
We are sick, what be placebo?
He said «Mr. Sterling, you are my hero. Paedae drop a flow, Paedae drop some
flames, the things your raps do to me i fucking can’t explain»
He told me change will come if i believe in change
All I did was believe, things haven’t been the same
Was going through a lot, i took some loss and i took the blame
It is strange where we from and how far we came
Battle of the beast, we from the streets running like a Range
And we don’t diss, we dismiss, it’s evident, it’s lame
My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished