Uh uh uh uh

Yee eh eh eh

Hmm

Men I've been through the the vice

Men I've been through the vice

But they wan kill him vibe

But they wan kill him vibe

c real G really know the things he like

But some of them be looking nice

But they got dirt inside

Not my type

Not my type

People don't really know

What the man be facing

Oh it's like a scar

I can't erase it

Holy water my head

God butter my bread

Ooo

Cut my amor

Cut my sleeves

No love on the streets

For a brother like this

If money was a seed

It would it grow like trees

But would I get rich

From the branches and leaves

Cut my amor

Cut my sleeves

No love on the streets

For a brother like this

If money was a seed

It would it grow like trees

But would I get rich

From the branches and leaves

Men I've been through the the vice

Men I've been through the vice

But they wan kill him vibe

But they wan kill him vibe

c real G really know the things he like

But some of them be looking nice

But they got dirt inside

Not my type

Not my type

What a motivation

What a moti

Got to many haters

Looking at me

People never say this

Never done it

So much alterations

cllegations

On phone when I try to on it

Got my own emotions

In a landing

But I got too many facing

Got too many things that the brother might be facing

Ooo Cut my amor

Cut my sleeves

No love on the streets

For a brother like this

If money was a seed

It would it grow like trees

But would I get rich

From the branches and leaves

Cut my amor

Cut my sleeves

No love on the streets

For a brother like this

If money was a seed

It would it grow like trees

But would I get rich

From the branches and leaves

So I dey look at the people

Wey wan hold it down

Hold it fam

Cannot hold me down

I'm this cozy town

Cozy town

They never see my type o(chei)

Men I've been through the the vice

Men I've been through the vice

But they wan kill him vibe

But they wan kill him vibe

c real G really know the things he like

But some of them be looking nice

But they got dirt inside

Not my type

Not my type

Friendship is a priceless gift

That cannot be bought nor sold

But it's value is far greater

Than a mountain made of gold

For gold is cold and lifeless

It can neither see nor hear

cnd in time of trouble

It's powerless to cheer

The love of real true friends

They never see my type o