Why we leave Nigeria, mama, I don’t understand,
Father left behind, guess Junior was the man,
Had a baby on the way, left into the hands divine,
I guess it was God’s plan, but I’m still tryna unwind.
What happened in Lagos? Why’d we move southbound?
London, Croydon, mama, can you break it down?
Memories that we held, jovial laughs in the air,
But you left the village just to raise a calf with a prayer.

Why we leave Nigeria, mama, what’s the deal?
Every question stacks up, I’m lost in the reel,
Father’s ghost in the shadows, memories that twine,
It’s a journey so heavy, still I'm searching for the signs. x2

Back in Gbagada, driver took us to school,
But buses in Britain had me feeling like a fool,
A secret I kept, now the truth’s in the booth,
What happened in Lagos, mama, what's the proof?
Eighteen years gone, walked those Gbagada roads,
Life flipped on its head, it’s like carrying loads.
These days my heart’s cold, frozen like stone,
Left home together, now I’m feeling so alone.

Why we leave Nigeria, mama, what’s the deal?
Every question stacks up, I’m lost in the reel,
Father’s ghost in the shadows, memories that twine,
It’s a journey so heavy, still I'm searching for the signs. x2

Combined with asylum seekers, we struggled real hard,
Innocence, discipline kept us out of the yard.
Who knew those kids from the block would rise?
Smuggling dreams, struggling schemes, seeing through the lies.
So what really happened in Lagos? Spill the tea,
Readjusted our lives on British Airways, can’t you see?
What to do when a little boy’s lost in the blend,
Adjusting to this foreign, godforsaken trend.

Why we leave Nigeria, mama, what’s the deal?
Every question stacks up, I’m lost in the reel,
Father’s ghost in the shadows, memories that twine,
It’s a journey so heavy, still I'm searching for the signs. x2

Why we leave Nigeria, mama, I don’t understand,
Father left behind, guess Junior was the man,
Had a baby on the way, left into the hands divine,
I guess it was God’s plan, but I’m still tryna unwind.
What happened in Lagos? Why’d we move southbound?
London, Croydon, mama, can you break it down?
Memories that we held, jovial laughs in the air,
But you left the village just to raise a calf with a prayer.

Why we leave Nigeria, mama, what’s the deal?
Every question stacks up, I’m lost in the reel,
Father’s ghost in the shadows, memories that twine,
It’s a journey so heavy, still I'm searching for the signs. x2

Back in Gbagada, driver took us to school,
But buses in Britain had me feeling like a fool,
A secret I kept, now the truth’s in the booth,
What happened in Lagos, mama, what's the proof?
Eighteen years gone, walked those Gbagada roads,
Life flipped on its head, it’s like carrying loads.
These days my heart’s cold, frozen like stone,
Left home together, now I’m feeling so alone.

One Understanding [Demo]

Yeah, I used to wear my heart out on my sleeve,
But now I keep that shit hidden, 'cause there’s some passion thieves.
Can’t trust too many people, they change like seasons,
It’s all Gucci, till it’s thirteen reasons.

Growing up as an immigrant, man, that shit was tough,
Living rough, man, life wasn’t soft, fam, it was rough.
Then I found music, then everything changed,
Got my mama and the fam singing praise, unchained.

It’s like I’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t understand,
Turbulent circumstances, yet I stuck to the plan.
Lonely days, all I needed was a friend,
But I couldn’t trust many people, so here we go again.

Man, I got to get over this,
Put the pain in the music so they can understand it.
Dealt with some traumas, the highs and the lows,
Most of the shit I dealt, fam, they’ll never know.

Yeah, I used to wear my heart out on my sleeve,
But now I keep that shit hidden, 'cause there’s some passion thieves.
Can’t trust too many people, they change like seasons,
It’s all Gucci, till it’s thirteen reasons.

Recently been deep in thought, reflective vibes,
Analyzing why in situations I was neglected, like lives.
People changed over petty things, so sad,
But recently, dawg, ain’t gonna lie, been thinking of my dad.

It’s like I’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t understand,
Turbulent circumstances, yet I stuck to the plan.
Lonely days, all I needed was a friend,
But I couldn’t trust many people, so here we go again.

Home alone as I pen this, some Macaulay Culkin shit,
The Hennessy spilled, time to open it.
Deep pain throughout my chest, gotta get it off somehow,
They say sometimes I’m stoic, now there’s no reason to wonder how.

Been thinking lately, why the best gotta switch up,
And the rest come and go like a hiccup, what’s up?
Supposed to be bros for life, but you’re a bro for the moment,
I’ve given up, trying to adjust, just feels hopeless.

Yeah, I used to wear my heart out on my sleeve,
But now I keep that shit hidden, 'cause there’s some passion thieves.
Can’t trust too many people, they change like seasons,
It’s all Gucci, till it’s thirteen reasons.


Maestro [Demo]

I've been wasting my thoughts on things that are long gone,
The past always catches up, like the after-taste of a strong rum,
Smoking zest, got strong lungs,
But my time ahead doesn't know where I come from.

Like a strong crew, gotta leave the wreckage behind,
A sign of the times, where the blind are leading the blind,
But These wicked games that we play out on treacherous times,
Attempts to resign, but the shame stays lingering in our minds.

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Chains on my conscience, release the pain,
Unlike Brexit, those motherfuckers chose to remain,
When the hour of the reaper, just know I was a leader,
Never a cheater, memories buried, call me the dreamer.

Them arenas that I toured, those fans that I saw,
Wield the shield and the sword, praises be to the Lord,
It’s like we were created to be unhinged,
On hinge, false grins, where’s their violins?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Unwanted attention, led the goons to detention,
But these motherfuckers posting that shit in their mentions,
These wicked games that we play,
Communicates to the heart in different ways.

Who are we to imitate this American state?
In a way, we still slaves, chilled days gon’ lead to the grave,
Scattered bullets hit the man that's nearest,
Fear us, or move careless, we ain't playing, hear us?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Clock ticking on these timeless victims,
But we progress despite restrictions,
And those descriptions of IC3,
Gonna bring out the fight in me.

Heightened sense, describe these chiefs,
They manoeuvre as mindless thieves,
So I’m stacking my thoughts not on what’s long gone,
But on the future, relentless, moving strong.

Soulsville [Demo]

Back on that mode for that paper, 
Ozempic, gaining pounds could be dangerous,
That paper be a persuader (um),
Call me the paper crusader (um),

Oh now she wanna be famous (ooh),
Resort in private locations,
You know the resort could be spacious,
But you want that shit ostentatious (oh),

‘Buy me this’: one of her favorite phrases,
She wanna vacation with the stars and a list,
Billions of sterling in rotation,
But girl, you gotta be patient (oh),

Fiji water avec medication,
Private planes her main motivation,
She riding high, got no hesitation,
Living life in pure elation,

She want that bag: birkin,
Had a kid, now she working,
Shake that cake: twerk it,
Shake that cake: twerk it, x2

Go get a job, a nine to five,
That onion could really change your life,
Abundance of sterling in supply,
Blueberry stuffing, a taste of that pie,

Oh she want it now,
Gimme that pound,
I need BBL to make that shit round,
‘Fuck a motel, I ain’t no Michelle,’
That body gon' sell, she ain’t no Adele,

She want that bag: birkin,
Had a kid, now she working,
Shake that cake: twerk it,
Shake that cake: twerk it, x2

She been eating her kale,
But them pounds gon' tell,
Lip service, can’t get house on sale,
When this bounce gon' sell,

She gaining them racks,
Working for clientele,
Living fast, no slack,
Cash flow, she on the attack,

She want that bag: birkin,
Had a kid, now she working,
Shake that cake: twerk it,
Shake that cake: twerk it, x2

Back on that mode for that paper, 
Ozempic, gaining pounds could be dangerous,
That paper be a persuader (um),
Call me the paper crusader (um),

Oh now she wanna be famous (ooh),
Resort in private locations,
You know the resort could be spacious,
But you want that shit ostentatious (oh),

‘Buy me this’: one of her favorite phrases,
She wanna vacation with the stars and a list,
Billions of sterling in rotation,
But girl, you gotta be patient (oh),

Fiji water avec medication,
Private planes her main motivation,
She riding high, got no hesitation,
Living life in pure elation,


Strippers Anonymous [Demo]


Raised by the Goblins and Trolls, the Goons and the Hunters,
Lost like Kristoph Comolobus
Treasure Hunting with a Janky Compass, 
Even Jackass.. couldn’t Stunt Us,
We came in…Proud and Pompous, Loud and Rhombus, Obnoxious
Sticks and Stones playing Conkers… 
on the Campus Fire Playing with the matches,

Find Us in Ones or the Batches, Out in the Bits with a Gorgeous Dutchess 
Raised by the Wolves and the Foxes, Bags and Boxes, we got Options, In Junction Smoking Neurotoxins, Narcotics 
Knocking On Door, who really wants War, Investigate like Holmes or Watson 
In the Bando Crafting Concoctions,The Burner needs Adoption,Hol’ a pagan for Ransom

Raised by the Goblins and Trolls, the Goons and the Hunters,
Lost like Kristoph Comolobus
Treasure Hunting with a Janky Compass, 
Even Jackass.. couldn’t Stunt Us,
We came in…Proud and Pompous, Loud and Rhombus, Obnoxious
Sticks and Stones playing Conkers… 
on the Campus Fire Playing with the matches,

We made a Lane with Guerrero Campaign, 
Bitcoin BlockChain Out in Our Side we Scan Chains
Oi’s did a Mazza when he Scammed James,
The Bunda came with some Plantain and some Champagne
Raise a Toast to these Quakar Quotes, 
Outgrew them Lagos Roads, 
Blood on mon hands as I Slaughtered Goats
Diagnosed as One of the Realest, 
Even my Ghost leave Heat Strokes, its a wonderful feeling 

Raised by the Goblins and Trolls, the Goons and the Hunters,
Lost like Kristoph Comolobus
Treasure Hunting with a Janky Compass, 
Even Jackass.. couldn’t Stunt Us,
We came in…Proud and Pompous, Loud and Rhombus, Obnoxious
Sticks and Stones playing Conkers… 
on the Campus Fire Playing with the matches,

We Some Jack Boys avec Travis and Don,
She said the Wood come Lavish and Long 
Grouping these Bad Bitches Strong, 
Staple Centre Court, i had to talk Judge, 
The Bando Door don’t Budge
But the Goons do Grunt, 
Morleys and Chicken Corner Shop for Lunch
Class Clown but can’t take man no Dunce, 
Smoking on some Budlouis Runts 

Raised by the Goblins and Trolls, the Goons and the Hunters,
Lost like Kristoph Comolobus
Treasure Hunting with a Janky Compass, 
Even Jackass.. couldn’t Stunt Us,
We came in…Proud and Pompous, Loud and Rhombus, Obnoxious
Sticks and Stones playing Conkers… 
on the Campus Fire Playing with the matches,

Find Us in Ones or the Batches, Out in the Bits with a Gorgeous Dutchess 
Raised by the Wolves and the Foxes, Bags and Boxes, we got Options, In Junction Smoking Neurotoxins, Narcotics 
Knocking On Door, who really wants War, Investigate like Holmes or Watson 
In the Bando Crafting Concoctions,The Burner needs Adoption,Hol’ a pagan for Ransom

Raised by the Goblins and Trolls, the Goons and the Hunters,
Lost like Kristoph Comolobus
Treasure Hunting with a Janky Compass, 
Even Jackass.. couldn’t Stunt Us,
We came in…Proud and Pompous, Loud and Rhombus, Obnoxious
Sticks and Stones playing Conkers… 
on the Campus Fire Playing with the matches,

We made a Lane with Guerrero Campaign, 
Bitcoin BlockChain Out in Our Side we Scan Chains
Oi’s did a Mazza when he Scammed James,
The Bunda came with some Plantain and some Champagne
Raise a Toast to these Quakar Quotes, 
Outgrew them Lagos Roads, 
Blood on mon hands as I Slaughtered Goats
Diagnosed as One of the Realest, 
Even my Ghost leave Heat Strokes, its a wonderful feeling 


Common Sense [Demo]

These joke nigga’s clowns, send em rounds after rounds,
Put a nigga down, send that nigga to the ground,
Can’t stand these lil nigga’s, fucking bastards,
Catch em, I blast em, send em to their masters.

In the side of town, with a 40, I’m possessed,
We could never second guess, put a bullet to they chest,
Catch a joke nigga slipping, we gon' put him to the test,
Like lil nigga, back up all that shit you said.

Demon bane, with aim of a fucking bullet train,
Leave em in a blood pool, a deadpool game,
Jordan with shots, like a Red Bull flame,
Send me meet his partners, like the set he claim.

Talk a big game, but can’t back it up,
Bulletproof truck, not a Acura,
When we deliver shots, that shit accurate,
Hit him in the chops, let that boy elaborate.

These opp side niggas fucking bastards,
I blast em, send em to the past tense,
Blessings from the pastor,
Flee the scene with laughter, send him to another chapter.
These opp side niggas fucking bastards,

Been a certified adaptor, phantom or the casper,
This ain’t fashion, camouflage for action,
Pull on his block when he’s jovial relaxing,
Tax him, blast him, send em to the past tense.

Trigger finger itching, middle finger to them niggas,
Couple sling dope, others known pulling triggers,
Caught him by the pasture, didn’t last long,
Caught him with a mic, that was his last song.


It's war, if it's beef, and it's smoke for a chief,
Send a nigga down to the belly of the beast,
Pull on his block with the Glock semi cocked,
Metal to his face, for selling rock on our block.

Demon bane, with aim of a fucking bullet train,
Leave em in a blood pool, a deadpool game,
Jordan with shots, like a Red Bull flame,
Send me meet his partners, like the set he claim.

Talk a big game, but can’t back it up,
Bulletproof truck, not a Acura,
When we deliver shots, that shit accurate,
Hit him in the chops, let that boy elaborate.

These opp side niggas fucking bastards,
I blast em, send em to the past tense,
Blessings from the pastor,
Flee the scene with laughter, send him to another chapter.
These opp side niggas fucking bastards,

Been a certified adaptor, phantom or the casper,
This ain’t fashion, camouflage for action,
Pull on his block when he’s jovial relaxing,
Tax him, blast him, send em to the past tense.

These joke nigga’s clowns, send em rounds after rounds,
Put a nigga down, send that nigga to the ground,
Can’t stand these lil nigga’s, fucking bastards,
Catch em, I blast em, send em to their masters.

In the side of town, with a 40, I’m possessed,
We could never second guess, put a bullet to they chest,
Catch a joke nigga slipping, we gon' put him to the test,
Like lil nigga, back up all that shit you said.

Last Ones Left [Demo]

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,

Action been released, celebration in the heath,
Education for the children that are trying to believe,
Just a piece from their masterpiece,
Now watch me feast, this fire won’t cease.

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,



Champion [Demo]

Caught a case, what a Mazaleen
The Hammer Cosy in them Jeans
His Co-d had to Intervene…,

The Crowd fucking Screams, 
Shots out the Tangerine
Bullets reigning down Supreme 
He had to stain him, so its Peak, x2

He Proclaiming the Deceased
Bullets Traveled to the East
He Put the Power to the Beast
There was Powder in his Fleece
He caught a Saudi on Retreat
When the Bodies hit the Street
The Coldest Body with the Heat
He had to Put him on a Tee

Grazed him on his Cheek
Hit, Drain him for his P
If the Bullets don’t Shower Down
Then Its Dirty in them Streets
Curry, Thirty in his Tee
Commit the Birds to the Bees
On the Curb, he with them Keys
Had to Burn him for the Leaf

From the Strip to the Clash
From the Smoke to Ash
Bull Bullets hit his Ass
Pull Pull it, in a Flash 
He ain’t gon Stacy, nah he Dash
Niggas on him like Rash
Cash, Serve him to Trap
Malazeen,Burn him for his Cash 

Caught a case, what a Mazaleen
The Hammer Cosy in them Jeans
His Co-d had to Intervene…,

The Crowd fucking Screams, 
Shots out the Tangerine
Bullets reigning down Supreme 
He had to stain him, so its Peak, x3 


Suspicious Activities [Demo]

Backstabbed so many times, I’m walkin' backwards,
Django unchained, yeah, I’m breakin' the shackles,
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.

Hold a vigil light with a candle,
This stick got him changin' his channel,
Walkin' on water, a Jesuston mammal,
This smoke didn’t come with a manual.

Slang so heavy, they can’t understand you,
It’s crumbs they wanna hand you, fuck that, I demand blue,
Sat on the front of the handles, remember them days?
Dirt with Daniel, yeah, we was lost in the maze.


Backstabbed so many times, I’m walkin' backwards,
Django unchained, yeah, I’m breakin' the shackles,
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.


Dodgin' challenges in a Hellcat,
Championship games, where I excelled at,
Class A, so I can never be held back,
Young G was out here sellin’ that stealth pack.

Smell that? That’s premium grade,
The .38 special was double my age,
But they caught the assailant, put him in a cage,
South of the river is where it was made.

Backstabbed so many times, I’m walkin' backwards,
Django unchained, yeah, I’m breakin' the shackles,
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.


Sin City, the jungle, I’m home in the chrome,
Placed to your dome, better know where you roam,
You think you a striker? You ain't nothin' like Owen,
Superman in my lane, while you struggle, I’m glowin'.

Nah, we ain’t lettin' that fly,
Must be confused to think we could be on your side,
Still you’re in passenger ride, shotgun mode,
We lettin' it fly, yeah, we claim that road.


Backstabbed so many times, I’m walkin' backwards,
Django unchained, yeah, I’m breakin' the shackles,
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.

Hold a vigil light with a candle,
This stick got him changin' his channel,
Walkin' on water, a Jesuston mammal,
This smoke didn’t come with a manual.

Slang so heavy, they can’t understand you,
It’s crumbs they wanna hand you, fuck that, I demand blue,
Sat on the front of the handles, remember them days?
Dirt with Daniel, yeah, we was lost in the maze.

Backstabbed so many times, I’m walkin' backwards,
Django unchained, yeah, I’m breakin' the shackles,
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.
Been down to hell and back, they know me in chapels,
Known for my tackles, got the scars like examples.

Dodgin' challenges in a Hellcat,
Championship games, where I excelled at,
Class A, so I can never be held back,
Young G was out here sellin’ that stealth pack.

Smell that? That’s premium grade,
The .38 special was double my age,
But they caught the assailant, put him in a cage,
South of the river is where it was made.


The Beautiful & Damned [Demo]

Growing up wasn’t easy, believe me,
Grocery shopping for the children, mama did it weekly,
Reminiscing deeply,
One night, couldn’t sleep, she was fighting the feelings,
But she kept us fed, man, we were eating,
Father’s hairline receding, but in shadows, he was leading,
Competing to make sure there’s food on the table,
That evening, little baby brother was teething,
Dealing with issues, oh, we were scheming,
Created an ambitious demon,

Growing up wasn’t easy, believe me,
Mama grinding hard, never looking for a freebie,
Late nights, she’s on her feet and still competing,
But we made it, yeah, we were blessed, no deceiving. x2

But the fact that some of the world’s still woke gives me hope,
I keep my head down, focus on the rhymes and the dope,
Guitar’s plugged in, strumming chords, yeah I’m grooving,
Drugs I abused ‘em, man, I was losing,
But I found a solution through the hustles and the pain,
Grew from the struggle, I’m repping through the rain.
Growing up wasn’t easy, 

Growing up wasn’t easy, believe me,
Mama grinding hard, never looking for a freebie,
Late nights, she’s on her feet and still competing,
But we made it, yeah, we were blessed, no deceiving. x2

The struggle is real, poverty ain't just a TV show,
God’s got my back, puts the healing in my flow,
Dealing with issues far above your pay-grade,
Calling for a vacay, yeah, I just wanna fade,
Rest my head, test the bed, find some peace,
Recover from the trauma, let the chaos cease.
My sister’s greatest fear? Be broke, that’s the theme,
Can’t provide her kids clean clothes, man, that’s harsh,
Yet I'm living comfy, like life’s a motherfuckin' lark.


Paramount [Demo]

Gbenga is an artist hailing from South London. 

Influenced by Kendrick Lamar, Sampha & Kanye West, his top-tier lyricism, virtuosic microphone command, and sharp conceptual vision consolidate his musical journey.

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