I roll my dice, you give me six; so dem para for my dice
Dem fit para, Dem fit shoot; e no go near my parachute
Dem para sey I go die; But I live on like in paradise
If dem say, "over their dead body..."; who para this kind para dies
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Dem sey I no get level; no know what I got na levels
Dem start to play me like game but no fit finish all my levels
Dem sey na me Dem wan chance; na so dem enter one chance
Because Las Las, na dem lose; when Dem hear sey game over
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Dem peeping from the window but no fit stop my win though
Dem plan for life to chop me but see me now, na me dey chop life
Those wey monitor me like kidnappers don sleep off like kids napping
Na dem gats bear all the fault for not knowing I win by default
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They were so O.P. to think sey my secret dey inside soap
Wetin finally sup na sey Dem enter inside hot soup
Dem call my name for magic mirror; but I get class pass juju glass
Na dem be the jazzmen but na me dance the winning gbedu
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Dem hustle to blow the champ horn; yet I'm always the champion
That's why I celebrate this grace wey dey shield me from disgrace
Satan challenge me sey me sin; but Jesus sey the sin is missing
Missing from the scene; now only to win is obviously the seen
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#kleezy_freestyle
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