Billboards with Anuoluwapo “Sandra” Majekodunmi

Unfolding to embark

Some pieces have to click

I made some hundreds with the stars

And my dummys in the mix

The fans only getting bars

Maybe just a pic

Then I'm sending my regards

I gotta dip

I'm splurging on the card

And keep the money for the strip

All that hate in niggas hearts

I see it how it is

Naav we made it to the charts

I was just tweaking in the crib

Contemplating moving far but

Sinking in abyss

My display of brutal art

I ain't think the shit would stick

Around the states I ring alarms

Come back with trinkets for the kids

A lot of aching on my arms

For always clinging on the rim

Or holding weight in niggas thoughts

Or sweeping in the wins

Take it how you want

Don't think the shit'll sit

And don't wait on niggas love

I don't think the shit exist

Too much prey for us to hunt

Too much schemes that needa script

When I was staying in the slums

Slumped dreaming 'bout a lick

And waking up to crumbs

Niggas feeding on the gift

I lead by how I live

And I been living on my ones

Playing teacher and the jit

That's how it be, that's how it been

You affi leave it in the front

Or leave it in the wind