I′m in the mood

6a.m I line up, i'm back in the booth

I started out, a happy child

Cos I ain′t had nothing to be sad about

Or be mad about, just wanted my music out

It was me and Flo trying to figure

Shit out my O.G Joe, dat my nigga man

Introduced me to Yeyo & honorable dex

We became friends; friends and then family

Na for my papa dinning table wey P.G sign me

One year and six month, I dey for

Studio

I was a producer, that is something ya'll didn't know

My mama said, this thing really cool, that before you do music

Say, you gat to finish school

On the phone now, she dey shout, going all loud

But i′m zoned out, sorry mum, I done dey smoke now

Then I sleep off, she called me, I know pick up

Then she text me, it′s your life; goodluck

Yaah! no criticise wetin you no know hai!

Or wetin you no fit to understand oh oh

Dem one pour sand, sand for my garri oh, oh oh oohy

But baba God no go give dem chance ooh oh

If nobody talks about you, then you're nobody, nobody, nobody

If nobody talks about you, then you′re nobody, nobody, nobody

(And ever since I met fresh, I have been making very disturbing music)

Hustle my way from IB to Lasgidi

Had two singles that year that I was promoting

Normal level and OBT

Pay promoter for promotion, o lu waa njibiti

Dey collect money, collect money, owo tan ninu bank ooh

Few months later on the phone with Sir Banko

How far? I don come back Lagos

I say I done go Ibadan, dem say come back; Ok boss

I'm on a road, traffic e dey, we moving slow

Redemption camp is on a Friday

How I got ignored, skipped that?

Fell in love-missed that!

Gave up- grrr get back

Fela jump- then dey felt that

That phone call change my life, just in case you don′t know

And I'll quote "omo Dremo you′re getting signed tomorrow"

OBO change my life

Me and the mayor of Lagos gat signed the same night

Yaah! no criticise wetin you no know aii!

Or wetin you no fit to understand oh oh

Dem one pour sand, sand for my garri oh, oh oh oohy

But baba God no go give dem chance ooh oh

If nobody talks about you, then you're nobody, nobody, nobody

If nobody talks about you, then you're nobody, nobody, nobody

Now I get a lot of fan love, drunk in every night club

I′ll be fucking all the nice hoes, fucking up the night shows

When things happen back doors only the artist gets to blame for it

Shit is getting fucked up, some people done dey fuck up

My management- skip that

My girlfriend- skip that

Some of my day one, we dey call friend- ship that

All the shit I skip affected me mentally

Lost one of the realest, last year nigga was there for me

Broken heart, fallen apart

I hope chime I know will drive into heavens park

Real gees, bami ki Biggy ati 2pac

Welcome to the EP. Codename

Yaah! no criticise wetin you no know hai!

Or wetin you no fit to understand oh oh

Dem one pour sand, sand for my garri oh, oh oh oohy

But baba God no go give dem chance ooh oh