Keybone - Nigerian Till I Die

I’m a Nigerian till I die
I’m a Nigerian till I die
If you know you are Nigerian
Put your hands up in the sky
Stay fly with the flag
And you know we have got the swag
Stay fly with the flag
And you know we have got the swag (eshamo)
I’m a Nigerian till I die
I’m a Nigerian till I die
If you know you are Nigerian
Put your hands up in the sky

Put your hands up in the sky if you are repping the west
Now they are trying to hate on us, cos we are simply the best
Flyer than the rest, we ain’t got no bullet proof vest on
Even when you are selling garri, we would invest son
The definition of a true hustler is we
We be walking through a joint and shutting down the fee
What’s up with a gee? I ain’t speaking about alphabets
Any country that you see us, you are going to see our features
This is not our fault, that’s what a white man calls default
It is programmed in our systems, our minds and our thoughts
Check out the vault, you will see more loot that we brought
And I don’t have to do a song saying this is why I’m hot
You already know, green white green is sicker with the flow
I don’t believe that them Jacob & co would make me glow
Listen to my rhymes and say this baby wouldn’t blow
I can see you are trying to cut off the volume, no be so
With hundred percent, I will please the ladies and the G’s
If you are still going wack to sell, go repent

Now you are still acting like you don’t know who we be
Cos you are scared of new data call it abinibi
This is who we be, Urban Journalist Pioneers
I can make you ask for more like we are them Debonairs
Bring it to your door, we can take the battle to the floor
We can leave all them shakes, them jabs or them claws
This is why we are green, nothing is exactly how it seems
That’s why all my dawgs are staying on check, so what the heck
As long as my dawgs are breaking their necks, I wouldn’t wreck
MLV has got me bouncing like this, and I wouldn’t jerk
Welcome to the life, where you let the music do the drive
I can go on and on while y’all give me a five
Check my credentials, I easily cut in with a hive
All the neighbouring countries are yelling this is my life
And them ex girlfriends are asking can I be your wife
While I’m sitting on a couple mills, checking my archive
If I wasn’t a Nigerian, I would never have the drive
Call up the doc, your boy is about to take a dive

Rolling twale for my dawgs who are repping coast to coast
We are fly till we die and we ain’t giving a toast
We don’t have to boast, that’s why we are chilling like we are frost
If you fuck with Nigerians, you are going to give up the ghost
When we come through your city, you will think we be the host
Who be the most anticipated with the swag
As we lean and we bounce to this, don’t even gag
Don’t even nag, go and get your brown paper bag
If you are dulling and you ain’t in jail means you fail
And if you failed, that means you just stopped trying
We are heavier in the streets, if you are buying, we are selling
We are green to the end, you can simply call us soldiers
Hundred percent, don’t say Keybone never told y’all
Y’all, don’t say Keybone never told y’all
All my green white green people, it’s Naija
You already know
Music Kitchen, eshamo!

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