100 Clowns by Meji Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Wetin be that my erm my intro again, I don forget
Okay yeah yeah
Meji is the One
[Hook]
Niggas scared to call my name I’m like Voldemort (eh!)
Emeka didn’t get permission to reply the boy (cheii!)
The way I’m coming at Emeka I got no remorse (no remorse nigga)
After listening to this Emeka wouldn’t know who to trust (fact)
Niggas scared to call my name I’m like Voldemort (scared nigga)
Blaqbonze didn’t get permission to reply the boy (pussy nigga)
The way I’m coming at Emeka I got no remorse
President Emeka is about to be a coup de tat
I see niggas trash-talking (what?)
Niggas never blow yet but then they start bluffing (start bluffing)
When they start popping
Broke niggas on the TL forming Hushpuppi (broke ass)
You never chop for morning but you say you dey chop money (i mean)
Your million streams only got you rent money? (bruh!)
You need a car bro you can get a loan from Ren money (bruh!)
100 crowns posed to be great place
But the royalties you getting got you looking like you made a Slave trade
You let desperation get the best of you
I get it you’ve been Underground like Yam and many years don pass you never see Yam festival
Emeka is it true?
That the money in your bank is less than the views on your Mamiwota video
I know how much you really making from your Royalties (facts)
I ain’t bluffing my nigga just know I got receipts (facts)
100 Crowns why you lying to your fans?
You implying you running your record label like a charity
Met you ex Theresa and you know what she said?
My weakest bar stronger than your pull out game
Spent your tuition on abortion I can’t thank you enough
You didn’t give the world another Ogre I can’t thank you enough
What the fuck Nigga you think this is Facebook?
Bet you get depressed when you remember how your face looks
God don’t make mistakes I don’t believe that he could make you
Got a beef with Snapchat cause their filters can’t save you
You dropped 8 Fucking projects and you never blow
Bruh! maybe Comedy is what you supposed to do
How you shaming niggas for the numbers on their YouTube?
But your pops ain’t got a million on his YouTube
You only just started popping now you claiming that you’re the best (I mean come on)
Came with that Guillotine I’m not only here for your head
When you started name dropping all the people I respect
You put a target on your back I put a bullet in your head
Chukwu Emeka Akumefule Omo Pastor
I see tears in your tweets ain’t this what you asked for?
Why you tweeting like a bitch boy you got your ass whooped
Disrespecting niggas cause you tryna push an album (yuck!)
Claim you do this for the culture
But it’s really for the numbers
You gotta do better to be honest I’m disappointed
Thought you was asking for smoke why you choking bro
Vader murked you now you can’t find your way to a studio
At the end of the day you’re only best in your gang
Q’s retired the other dude don’t really know how to rap
I’m a Humble Son But a Cocky bastard
Fuck the throne Homie I just wanna be doing numbers
Meji
Yeah
Wetin be that my erm my intro again, I don forget
Okay yeah yeah
Meji is the One
[Hook]
Niggas scared to call my name I’m like Voldemort (eh!)
Emeka didn’t get permission to reply the boy (cheii!)
The way I’m coming at Emeka I got no remorse (no remorse nigga)
After listening to this Emeka wouldn’t know who to trust (fact)
Niggas scared to call my name I’m like Voldemort (scared nigga)
Blaqbonze didn’t get permission to reply the boy (pussy nigga)
The way I’m coming at Emeka I got no remorse
President Emeka is about to be a coup de tat
I see niggas trash-talking (what?)
Niggas never blow yet but then they start bluffing (start bluffing)
When they start popping
Broke niggas on the TL forming Hushpuppi (broke ass)
You never chop for morning but you say you dey chop money (i mean)
Your million streams only got you rent money? (bruh!)
You need a car bro you can get a loan from Ren money (bruh!)
100 crowns posed to be great place
But the royalties you getting got you looking like you made a Slave trade
You let desperation get the best of you
I get it you’ve been Underground like Yam and many years don pass you never see Yam festival
Emeka is it true?
That the money in your bank is less than the views on your Mamiwota video
I know how much you really making from your Royalties (facts)
I ain’t bluffing my nigga just know I got receipts (facts)
100 Crowns why you lying to your fans?
You implying you running your record label like a charity
Met you ex Theresa and you know what she said?
My weakest bar stronger than your pull out game
Spent your tuition on abortion I can’t thank you enough
You didn’t give the world another Ogre I can’t thank you enough
What the fuck Nigga you think this is Facebook?
Bet you get depressed when you remember how your face looks
God don’t make mistakes I don’t believe that he could make you
Got a beef with Snapchat cause their filters can’t save you
You dropped 8 Fucking projects and you never blow
Bruh! maybe Comedy is what you supposed to do
How you shaming niggas for the numbers on their YouTube?
But your pops ain’t got a million on his YouTube
You only just started popping now you claiming that you’re the best (I mean come on)
Came with that Guillotine I’m not only here for your head
When you started name dropping all the people I respect
You put a target on your back I put a bullet in your head
Chukwu Emeka Akumefule Omo Pastor
I see tears in your tweets ain’t this what you asked for?
Why you tweeting like a bitch boy you got your ass whooped
Disrespecting niggas cause you tryna push an album (yuck!)
Claim you do this for the culture
But it’s really for the numbers
You gotta do better to be honest I’m disappointed
Thought you was asking for smoke why you choking bro
Vader murked you now you can’t find your way to a studio
At the end of the day you’re only best in your gang
Q’s retired the other dude don’t really know how to rap
I’m a Humble Son But a Cocky bastard
Fuck the throne Homie I just wanna be doing numbers
Meji