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letra de croc city. lasgidi. my city - tobolos

[part i: croc city. lasgidi]

[intro: tobolos]
if all terrorists all got along, they’d probably gun me down by the end of the song
seems like the whole city goes against me, every time i’m in the street, i hear bang! bang!! bang!!!

[chorus: tobolos & fikayo]
man down, where you from? “brother”
what do you know? where you from my brother?
where your grandad stay? huh my “brother”?
this is croc city, you better run my “brother”

[verse 1: tobolos]
brace yourselves, i take you on a trip down
memory lane
back in kd, i was a baby, so naïve and
scared of pain
couldn’t hack it, had no practice, for this madness
on display
seeing brothers k!lling brothers and seem unbothered
by the haze

it was muslims k!lling christians, it was christians
k!lling muslims
i didn’t see this in a vison, bruh i saw this for myself

you don’t wanna hold back
some of them be strapped like kojak
you better shoot em like a kodak
or get k!lled on this day

you see that light skinned brother? he’ll get his neck cut
out
(they asked) “allah or jehovah”? and his face showed
doubt
the answer he gave was wrong, so you know that they
k!lled him
and now they done with him, they’re coming for his
children

that was back since ’99, back when i was 5
boy, man kd was sweet and sublime
even at this time
got worse when came boko haram, these ni—- that strapped with bombs
you know what’s up, they gon’ k!ll not 1, not 2… 20 guys at a time
look homeboy i’m outta time
what’s even crazy is kd’s like a baby, when you talking about places, like:
borno, yola, jigawa, jos
one argument, kasala don burst
oh man, oh d-mn, all h-ll broke lose
yall want war with me?, tell me what you gon do?

lets take it back to lasgidi
oh man i hate this city, not just cuz of heat, traffic
or all the sidity

but bodies on top of bodies
people dead in the alleys, people are scared
they fear, cuz they know if they’re here
they might end up bodied

yo, if you dead in lasgidi, sars is shooting your head;
or you were driving in traffic and container fell on your head/
or it was cultists instead
or armed robbers when you slept
or like adewura, hit a manhole and then hit your head
or maybe you just went crazy and end up in yaba left
go buy a chopper or have a doctor on speed dial i guess (lasgidi)

[chorus: tobolos & fikayo]
man down, where you from? brother
what do you know? where you from my brother?
where your grandaddy stay, huh my brother?
this is lasgidi, better run my brother

[bridge: tobolos]
if all area boys, all got along, they’d probably gun me down by the end of the song
seems like the whole city goes against me, every time i dey for street, i hear hays! hays!! hays!!! (show!)

[part ii: my city]

[intro: gboye axelrod]
man, fikayo, you’ll not believe what just happened to me. do you know i just got robbed at gun point. just outside backgate. i was going to work, and someone just brought out gun. he collected my phone, he collected my wallet, collected my laptop and everything
i was even begging him to even give me my laptop, because i have lss materials. mehn what kind of rubbish is this this morning nao?

[verse 2: tobolos]
seems like the demons won’t back off
its why i got one eye on my passport
the red one, cuz the green one feels so useless
feels like if i don’t find my level then i might lose it

right now i’m so p-ssed off that i just need a boxing gym
mummy called, said daddy died, cuz no oxygen
in a hospital, that’s supposed to be “specialist?”
now i’m sitting morose and planning my exodus

cuz everybody who got money has gone to canada
everybody who got money is a senator
everybody who got money doesn’t care at all
and everybody who got money won’t share it yall

if i said it once, then i said it twice
this ain’t a place for my kids or my wife
you can call me crazy, but yea i love my life
tobolos, i ain’t finna be no sacrifice

(fikayo – interlude)
i’ve got stories bout my life that may entertain
stories bout my life that you may never believe
all in one city that’s got traffic and tragedy
lagos, the city that truly never sleeps
i said i’ve got stories bout my life that may entertain
stories bout my life that you may never believe
all in one city that’s got traffic and tragedy
lagos, the city that never sleeps

(fikayo – verse 3)
i was top of the totem, wearing green white green
those were high school days i had a high top fade
yeah. i lived down the block that had trees for shade
and knew a girl that swallowed kids like its lemonade
uhn late night escapades when daylight ends
me and my n-ggas went creeping in my beat up benz
i never did weed and i didn’t do dope
even though my n-gga —- offered me some coke
thick girls with glasses was my only weakness
hers was high heels like achilles legs is
this city is a mix like long island drinks
it’s a fight for survival, watch out for these things; the
sloppy drinking, pour decisions
conversations contemplating
fantasising fornicating
no sleep overworking
till i’m cashing cheques and moneymaking

[verse 4: tobolos and fikayo ]
if i told you that i loved nigeria, would you believe?
in 2017, i told dad that i want to leave
he said “man, what’s your plan? go back to sleep
i don’t think you see the opportunities that there be”

the price you pay for staying that’s
an opportunity cost
but the investment ain’t for nothing cos you will surely
reap rewards
to live in my city you may go through some pain
like it’s ying and yang where there’s pain there’ll be gain

so it’s a catch 22, cooking plans to make it, i’m on batch 22
i wanna ball like kaka so on my back’s 22
i don’t wanna see low green like outkast’s stankonia track 22

told my mom that i’ll make it i ain’t talking ikea
if you want to make it here all you need is an idea

ouu, there’s that light bulb, d-mn that’s beaming
okay this is my city now, yo where the keys at?

[scratches]
1.0.8 gang
1.0.8 gang
1.0.8 gang
1.0.8 gang
1.0.8 gang
1.0.8 gang

shout out to the apocalypse clan

[outro: gboye axelrod)
do you know the most ironic part? when i reported to the police, they said “ehn we no fit catch withcraft na” abi “shey we dey do witchcraft na?” they just told me one rubbish, one jazz like that. f— !!!

- tobolos

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