Terry Tha Rapman - I Am A Nigerian | Текст песни

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• Terry Tha Rapman
• I Am A Nigerian

Chorus: Hi, I am e … ehn? I am a … what? … I am a Nigerian.
Hi, I am a … who? I am a … what? I am a Nigerian. (2x)

Hi, do u trust Nigerians?
Kinda people who are rugged and resilient,
shady like Sicilians?
Living’ off experience and we crave to shine,
419 state of mind, don’t want to slave for mine.
I was born this way, I’m really trying to live straight,
but I’m not qualified for a job that pays 10k
by the month, so I guess I’m sunk, but I gota feed my trunk.
Fighting my depression only when I’m drunk.
Since day one I’ve always been a minority,
living in poverty and this close to staging a robbery.
Got ticked off, one day I punched my boss in the face,
Twisted his arm till he gave me the combinations to the safe.
Cuz thanks to him I’m broke, livin’ wit no hope.
Got bills to pay how am I supposed to cope?
If I had a gun I’d robbin’ all these rich ni**s,
But here I am, unemployed looking like a stick figure.

Chorus (2x)

Just signed a deal wit a record label, ain’t nothing changed.
Same old sh**, one of these days I’ll go insane.
When my girl starts buggin’ me to spend; I can’t stand it
because she be like „You Nigerians are not romantic!
You never buy expensive gifts.“ Sorry dear just manage,
It’s not my fault I’m broke this is not how I planned it.
Prices are rising like crazy, I can’t find a job
to take care of my baby an’ you call me a scrub?
99 percent of my life I been lied to.
Just found out my girlfriend cheats worse than I do.
She slept with every one from my best friend to my boss.
Baby, why did you do it? She said “for the money of course.“
The pressure is too much, I can’t take it no more,
the condition I’m in is turning my girl into a whore.
If a rich man offers a million bucks to sleep with my wife
I be like sure, take her, gimme half the price.

Chorus (2x)

I buy fake designer clothes from Aba, you wan try`?
Who needs Calvin Klein, when you got Oko Klein?
My shoes are dead from trekking, I’m close to stealing yours
and exchanging your designer boxers with my stinking drawers.
So tell me, am I dead or alive? I can barely decide,
so many times I contemplated suicide…
Life is hard I can barely survive
but like most Nigerians I learned to swallow my pride.
My clothes are torn like the Incredible Hulks’
I salivate when I talk say things to make you sulk,
Cuz see nothing but negativity all around me
drowning in a swamp with my enemies smiling down at me.
And I’m supposed to be my brother’s keeper.
It get deeper, because this is same brother that stole my sued sneakers.
Can I please make an appeal to the Head of State?
All want is 3 meals on my plate every single day.
I’m a very angry man, arrgh, so don’t tempt me man.
Just for letting you live you oughta thank me man,
because we live in a country where nothin’ works
and it drives me beserk to face another day with an empty purse.“

Chorus

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