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them say money is not everything shey poverty na normal thing if i no give them anything them go try call me bad person i no attend lectures but i still the learn my lessons yeeyee i the run my race i the run my race na thy bag i the chase money wey go make man craze am tired of disgrace na my haustle i the face if e pay wetin I go gain i no fit lose my faith yeeyee I the pass through trauma All I need is billion and dollar Get me water and cola Cause i no fit reason proper Many things the strike me like thunder Nobody to lye on his shoulder Only jaah bee my holder l the knock but thy doors are lockdown