Lyrics
I swear this is not personal
It’s just music
I’m here to set the record straight
They kill me--what?
They never gonna kill me. They don’t own me
I’m Liberty. Freedom
God above everything
Spearing the truth to the top
I never worry about it
You’re not lyrical
The queen, she terrorized my life
Fake Jesus with the Bible, colonial strategy
Fake liberty in America, the land of dreams
So they say, overlooking my presence
This time I’m a shooting star
You’re not lyrical
The queen, she terrorized my life
Fake Jesus with the Bible, colonial strategy
Fake liberty in America, the land of dreams
They say, overlooking my presence
Value, priceless markets,
In the streets, I’m the hustle
Working harder, mastering my art like a song
Damn, it’s a song
Long way, the hustle still in
Gave me love, maybe I was wrong
I took the hustle for granted, lost vision
Seen fakeness, faded dreams
Oh my God, I cry
He took me, resurrect me back to life
Now I look at my life, a rarely chosen like
Throwing rhymes in real life
Feels good doing it right, mama
You always blessed, never knew I got the world
Told you never worry
Takes time, from being great to stacking money
But now I got the motive for
For stacking paper
Money never changed you
You’re the one who losed it
In this life, follow your dreams, achieve them
Be the greatest
I don’t believe in categories
I became a genre, learning about me
I set the music straight
Bending rules, the light about it
Useless artist at the top
Ran out of life like Kennedy
Leading a generation of artists out of the way
I’m speeding straight at the top
Many living a lie
I pray to stay sane
God told me fix the nation
Global crisis, human race fading without a trace
Racing with God
I tell you Satan never liked my style
Will never change who I am
I dig for the papers to breathe the last
Of a dying breed, even if it take African history
Read about me while I cash your
Fake African mystery
You a liar
You’re not lyrical
The queen, she terrorized my life
Fake Jesus with the Bible, colonial strategy
Fake liberty in America, the land of the dreams
So they say, overlooking my presence
This time I’m a shooting star
You’re not lyrical
The queen, she terrorized my life
Fake Jesus with the Bible, colonial strategy
Fake liberty in America, the land of the dreams
So they say, overlooking my presence
This time I’m a shooting star
To the top, from Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
You’re not lyrical
The queen, she terrorized my life
Fake Jesus with the Bible, colonial strategy
Fake liberty in America, the land of the dreams
So they say, overlooking my presence
This time I’m a shooting star
To the top, from Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top
From Africa
I’m a shooting star, to the top