Riches - Jovi

Women of Cameroon, my dick is off the market

Strategizing, making millions the new target

Code and ethics, I wear it like a jacket

Can’t hold water for a long time in a basket

Deaf people will not see the need to talk

If you listen to the raps, you might understand the work

Bye bye gone, baby gone, I left a long time ago

Money go for inside fridge like fish maquereau

For those who put their noses in my business last year

You want smell fire, end up smelling burnt hair

Heaven is mine, I’m stingy, me I no want for share

I don’t care, I don’t have time to spare

My spit when I spit makes you feel I’m turning up

I put a heat in every hit, had the club burning up

Cover up if you sweat, and you next to the AC

All I did was stretch, let me start warming up

No time for sleep, man di bolo like na robot

Work doh, divide brain, money pama na for kobott

My lines justify homicide for no reason

Same reason my flow been way beyond prison

Bars on bars, they plenty over fever prison

I give you life if you guilty of treason

During the exchange, harsh words were spoken

It’s hard to start over when the trust is broken

So I sink deep in the moment, let it soak in

Give it time, let it rise, you wan na gari soak in?

I swear men rap no ever fine so

No komott house, reach for farm empty-handed start for find hoe

It’s hot here but I rhyme cold

The vision remains HD, even if you blindfold

I never been slept on

When we cross past, be careful if I think you intentionally stepped on

Me to the suspect, wéti you expect?

And if you hard, I won’t hesitate to respond

I’m a rare specie, something like a unicorn

My release date got em waiting for a uniform

Mboko god gave you yellow fever

DPs switching up on social media

I felt like my timeline was a yellow river

I swear massa Godlove for chef or giver

Compare me not to the rapper coming up

I end the race, when I start, your best rapper runner up

They never win, they only chill, you deal many fraud

Legendary flow, the greats hear me and applaud

C4 traces in the places that we make songs

Holy Iraqi field, the way that me make bombs

Bad bitches in the studio like a lab rat

Try new things, so I can put them in my new song

We ready for global domination

It took me time, I had to build a strong foundation

No imitation, my lyrics are vivid, I’m the real deal

Passing through walls, no limitation

This is not irregular, I’m not the average guy

I’m not the one to sit and talk about another guy

I’m not the one to tell a lie to myself just to get by

«Koki nova done» is one of my best lines

Just when you thought the machine broke

I drop «Raps 2 Riches»

Show you how you got a clue how I snap on bitches

No filter, IG snapping pictures

Sunglasses, bad bitches walking on the sand of Kribi beaches

No glitches, it’s just missing pieces

I put the letters back together like Lumumba’s speeches

Slow down, take you back to all the nights I only stayed up

My people sleep and still be the ones to tell em «wake up»

I know guys who sell land and dwell on stolen land

Have you ever been in a stolen house?

Be writing so many songs, I should have a swollen hand

I be jump gate back in the days for body house

They see that men they watch me play

When they meet me they act like they don’t know what to say

I power bodies and I roll up a blunt, it’s gonna be boring

To sit and watch all that (…)

Been almost three minutes going off on the beat

Still the one who made the beat

Still the one to go and spit

Still the one who wrote the flows and the lyrics and the heats

That you hearing it sounds good, 'cuz I made the mix

I’m a one-man-army on that note

Quote for quote, that’s the realest shit I ever wrote