Omo, see them.
Two-face people everywhere.
Ehen! Abeg shift.
(Oya, clear road!)
You go smile for my face, call me your broda
But behind my back, you dey gather dirty water
To pour me sand-sand for my garri, oh yes
You dey pray make I fall, make I no get success
With your sweet mouth, you dey hail "aweneziri!"
But your heart dark pass charcoal, you be allaggah
I see your plan, I see your movement from far
You think say I dey sleep? Wallahi, I dey star!
No more fake love, I don broad
No more fake smile, on God
(No cap!)
Hypocrite o! Pack your load and comot!
Two-face people, make una clear from my plot!
You dey laugh with me, but you want make I fail
Agwapan don bless me, your wahala no fit sail!
(E choke!)
Yeah, hypocrite o, pack your load and go!
No space for fake friends for this my show!
Pharisee, Sadducee, they dey for my side
They want to know how I take survive the tide
When NEPA take light, you no help me buy fuel
Now my generator dey roar, you wan dey act well?
Aka fake handshakes, I don cut them off sha
Only real brothers, no more fake drama
If you love me, show me, no dey do eye-service
My eyes don open, I no dey do that practice!
Hypocrite o! Pack your load and comot!
Two-face people, make una clear from my plot!
You dey laugh with me, but you want make I fail
Agwapan don bless me, your wahala no fit sail!
(Who send you!)
Yeah, hypocrite o, pack your load and go!
No space for fake friends for this my show!
Oya, pack your load.
No dulling here.
Only pure vibe.
Shout out to the real ones.
(Jimmy Sheddy Jat cares)
Abeg comot!