I'm on, move like I'm speed racing Son of a-set, go to the building I'm on my lane like I'm Louis Hamid Singh In your Baba 70, they won't make a phone I like Mujabati, in the glass of my own One by me see, and they go Mushalasi They've no no na' midi, they run you far gone see As I day, they move with certainty Now my drive they carry me, not think of Cyme, but Luwan and me Now my glove, yeah they find no envy me See they swear they didn't see me, and on top of the bleed They flew heavy me, now they varga, they chase for this race Praise the Lord for this days, cause they ground me with grace for this race They made me withstand for this race, and they grew for this state And no stop, and no drive for this race Cause some men don't reside for this race But I stand for this race, cause I see my name part of the greats And the way I move by this pace, with my speed That this rate on the right, check next year for this date You