Ene Akwetu

Boy, I'm worried about myself
There's too much hype and too much buzz for a guy just trying to rhyme in the booth
You play it so safe that your car's parked and you're worried about the seatbelt
Me and my crew take risks every day and you're worried about the shine?
I'm the one who's worried about you

(Niggas are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ladies are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(My people are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ove, ove, ove)
My concern, my concern, my concern

I'm not complete, I'm not fulfilled, boy I want to own the whole game
With Bruno's kuduro (M), coming from the future
I came in hot, so hot I almost burned the fire
The hunger grows the more I eat
And these kids are saying the flow is weak
It's not flow, motherfuckers, study line by line
If there are kings in this shit, I'm gonna break the throne
I don't want crowns, I prefer hats
Preferably GLX and Lisbon's
No contract, what I see in the deal is freedom
But with a loyalty pact in the kingdom
Your focus is the hype, you turned into clowns trying to force status
My focus is the mic, the effort I put in is to be a good dad for my kids
Boy, I'm worried about myself
There's too much hype and too much buzz for a guy just trying to rhyme in the booth
You play it so safe that your car's parked and you're worried about the seatbelt
Me and my crew take risks every day and you're worried about the shine?
I'm the one who's worried about you

(Niggas are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ladies are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(My people are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ove, ove, ove)
My concern, my concern, my concern

After the Album Nave, I'm in the C-ray and Dji in a new Range Rover
I see haters watching The Throne and we haven't even sat down, we're like Ye and Hova
Shout out to S-Bruno, Yuri-uri, Don Produções, AlcateiA, game over
They wanted Nave to fall, but it turned out that Jehovah runs this
You? Grave
The angel said: 'PA kill, bounce, end the saga, but don't scare the prey, low profile'
I said: 'Give me the back, I'm gonna write my story with the pen, no ghostwriters'
And I leave the door open for my brothers
Mama stay alert, I'm gonna buy that thing you want, bwé
'Cause I have faith that this year I'm gonna work harder
Hold up, PA, kill, kill, kill
So keep the race going, control the hype, my nigga
You're not on the competition level, your scale is for food
I'm a dude with golden rhymes, they compare me to Midas
Almost perfect, my flaw is having a long bag
Your girl is a vampire, crew, sneaky, gold digger
I only gave it to her 'cause you were acting up on Twitter
And the girl ain't cute, but I wanted to touch your wound
But I did it like you don't, how does she not flip?
(Ahahaha... Bad)
Boy, I'm worried about myself
There's too much hype and too much buzz for a guy just trying to rhyme in the booth
You play it so safe that your car's parked and you're worried about the seatbelt
Me and my crew take risks every day and you're worried about the shine?
I'm the one who's worried about you

(Niggas are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ladies are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(My people are giving you props)
My concern, my concern, my concern
(Ove, ove, ove)
My concern, my concern, my concern