Composure lyrics
Earlier today, South african talented singer AKA dropped off his new lyrics, titled “Composure” which the artist decided to take over the streets with the brand new song a banger so to say.
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Why you gassing dawgWhy you coming to my table without asking dawgI know you hate me with a passion I ain’t mad at y’allI know you fuck with every classic in my catalogAnd it go worth your magazine team think it’s lootloveCashtime with the Sheen Team push dustI don’t need a green screen when I pull stuntsCause when you the real thing nigga’s get touchedAnd it’s Super unlocked unlockedI don’t give a fuck about your number one spotCorporate’s sleeping on me need to set alarm clocksWord to all my Naija homies getting telecom guapIn the billboardsThat’s the shit that I kill forBig dreams since I was a little boyI’m stressedMiddle finger to the pressTried to give a fuck but I ain’t got a fuck leftI’m blessedLet me ball like the Ballon d’OrForbes if you ever fall it’s a cannonballMiss me with the bullshit like El MatadorI just hope you’re that involved when the camera offBang bang bang and it’s all about the moolaBig shout out to Sbuda smoking Buddha in AbujaTunnel vision got me thinking future like computers20 bitches swimming in the pool like barracudaMaybe I should spit something we can build withI think we all need change who got the till slipIt’s way beyond Drake and Meek Mill shitFuck a fiance I got a little kidEven Ricky called me the other dayStuck in the middle it’s sad that we can’t collaborateTried to be civil until I saw your Twitter pageBut I was out in Europe doing bigger thingsSee when it rains it poursUnderstand with me when it’s war it’s warThinking back you wasn’t even national yetMatter fact I used to be a fan of your shitYoung King I should’ve took you under my wingInstead I let you under my skinI know coming up is a wonderful thingBut even I get uncomfortable when they call me the kingI know you play like you humble but we just one and the sameYou tryna stay out of trouble and I’m just stuck in my laneI hope the pressure don’t make me buckle so much on my plateAppetite for destruction this shit is like a buffet hey hey hey
Hold it now hold it now hold it nowThis ain’t your moment we own it nowYou feeling some type of wayThey gon ask me what this song aboutComposure composureComposure composureHmmm know yourselfI’m from the future let’s take it back to the musicCause I can’t control myself
My niggas on the road fucking crazy bitchesI be on my phone looking through my baby picturesThat’s what the fuck you call a juxtapositionHad enough of these clubs but they don’t wanna miss itAll the baes blow me kissesDrinking Champagne just to piss itNigga’s been saying all my shit authenticEvery Trinidad James get your fifteen minutesHeard your new release put that shit on fast forwardCaptain of my team this a contact sportThis is combat need a ball sack for itThis a marathon track all the boys on roidsTime to hit the road pull your money upWent gold but you niggas did it funny styleKO didn’t even try to floss with itSaying oh when you with it like a boss niggaAll this talk about God I’m ma show you hellBring it to your face like L’OrealMy niggas in position when they ring the bellThey gonna get your ponytail like the holy grailThat’s the problem with you new school catsTook your whole style from MalumkoolkatI got my hands in the dirtSuch a pity that you can’t dance on the verse
Hold it now hold it now hold it nowThis ain’t your moment we own it nowYou feeling some type of wayThey gon ask me what this song aboutComposure composureComposure composureHmmm know yourselfI’m from the future let’s take it back to the musicCause I can’t control myself
I’m the reason niggas had the saga on repeatNow you wanna charge me eighty thousand for a beatLoad it up on data file put it on waxStreets on smash but your video trashLately I been going through some changesTryna figure out where I let my momma downCause the mother of my child is a angelDo I blame it on myself or this fame shitBusy putting in the hours final touches to the albumWhen I should have bought you flowers and a braceletNow we gotta make different living arrangementsAll the family gonna see this shit in the papersMy father telling me don’t make the same mistakesComing home late dinner plate’s in the microwaveNow you got your very own baby faceWe were so in love back in 88 anywayI don’t give a fuck what you say to meAll you bitches in the club look the same to meI’mma need a double cup like a major leagueWhy you tryna front like you ain’t afraid of meSuper mega touch down every city you goHeard you moving up now in the city of goldWhen I go to Maftown I’mma sit on the throneTryna fill up the dome about to fill up your home oh
Hold it now hold it now hold it nowThis ain’t your moment we own it nowYou feeling some type of wayThey gon ask me what this song aboutComposure composureComposure composureHmmm know yourselfI’m from the future let’s take it back to the musicCause I can’t control myself