Why would I, why would I
I wouldn't have it any other way, any other way (the vibe is back again)
You knew I was finna go first, cause Naija no dey carry last
Sekani no fit carry class, my president na candyman, a jagaban
Tell D.T.M. and Naniman
We got Boko Haram, fuck the Ta- (nah I'm kidding)
Why would I wanna be anything other than Nigerian?
Giant of Africa, could give a fuck bout your opinion
It's Comedy Central, everyday there's mass hysteria
Either laugh or cry like Jah when he made Nigeria
It's crazy, work five to nine and yet they still call you lazy
We're the best in dragging on the Instagram
No joy, e be like say we dey Tottenham
Constitution no dey really come in handy, man
Police and the pastors are the criminal
I was Chapel Prefect, but shey you dey see me now?
But I survived, it's not me that you will extort
Oil dey my head, my country's greatest export
Afrobeats the best music, of course I'm loud
And Nollywood makes movies, of course I'm proud
Everywhere you go, for sure there's a Naija crowd
We don't take shit from nobody, but Canadian loud
Yes, they just might scam you (with your rich ass)
Oh, and your parents? Yeah, they just might slam you (with your bitch ass)
Calling 911 won't save you
But I promise you, Naija will change you
We found ways to romanticize suffering (what's not to like?)
Anti-protesters protesting the protesters (you think I'm joking, right?)
It's hell on earth, man, I gotta go to heaven
If I explain this shit and you understand, then I didn't explain it right, I swear
Funny nation, what can I say
Without the losses, wouldn't be winning today
I wouldn't have it any other way
I wouldn't have it any other way
Funny nation, what can I say
Without the losses, wouldn't be winning today
I wouldn't have it any other way
I wouldn't have it any other way
Since I was stuck in the fetal, my first love was the Beatles
Here comes the sun and yellow submarine came humming out speakers
Mom and dad gave me arts and crafts so I could drum up a theater
The charted path for this heart of glass was blood on the t-shirt
Cause I was raised around minds that change, I got used to progress
So when I see abuse of knowledge, let me be super honest
It makes me wanna kill a man
Cause I can't stand the thought of kids like me
Growing up with stilted hands from a shitty man
It felt like Nashville keeps rotting the older I get
But it's always been here, what's different is what's known in my head
Rationality seems fantastical, I'm holding my breath
Sometimes I wish I kept my childhood, played it close to the chest
I'm filling out this college application like barrels ain't pointed at me
Flipping through the pages of my life like a coroner's rap sheet
What's not to like though? I've grown, I've got my eyes open
My mindset just like my closet, I keep tight roping
The light bends up like a comet, I've seen the sky falling
Knock my kidnapper unconscious, but my limbs are in bondage
007, I salute with two hands
Between dread and an apathetic respect for the dead
I strike the drums like faces
When I work out, I think of revolution
I embrace it and draft up how to film an execution
Night and day, sunrise, morning, when this life is over
Imma fly away, hit God's celestial shore
And get swallowed up by a tidal wave
Chapter, title, page might contain a misprint
Is it ex-tradition or extradition
Big difference, the author didn't blink, said"that's intentional
Has the protagonist escaped or are they caught in the residue?"
America is art, it's indebted as a common profession
The biggest army has veterans homeless and starving, it's reckless
I've been fed up with regret, I wanna walk where I'm headed
Guess I'm left stuck with myself, but that's the genre convention
At 18, I was sent across the world for my studies
By 21, the image of my home is broken and muddy
It's so fucking funny how distance changed the tint of the glass
Ibo boy who got a C and barely skinned through the class
I found a different culture and I prayed to God that I get it
I'm talking harder than finding out that your mom is a bigot
Was overcome by the desire to belong and be kindred
Enough desire, I could go to Mephistopheles with it
I thought about the times my people had me shamed and bitter
In Lake Charles, so you know the trauma caging niggas
I'm honestly surprised they didn't see my days diminished
But after all, I guess my mama really raised a menace
I never really felt safe pretending
Been authentic though my own home country reputation different
Didn't help that in the house, it was the same position
I barely know my own voice, nobody stayed to listen
Knew what I was aiming for and knew the level to go
And most of all, I knew a nigga had to settle to grow
So, I was hoping that a fresh start would level the road
But it became the devil you know vs the devil you don't
Subconsciously, fitting in became my biggest imperative
I was thinking this could be the turning point in my narrative
Already had the speech down-pat adjusted my character
Failed at being Nigerian? Why not be an American?
Figured changing myself was enough to pay for my sin
Maybe if I was made anew, I'd have a way to get in
In hindsight, I might prefer when I was strange as a kid
Cause now I'm getting funny looks just for the shade of my skin
What state am I? Confusion, fear, or under duress
I went from shunned and depressed to probably under arrest
I'm making friends and more aware of how to run for the best
Let's hope that I don't get a gun to my chest, what's not to like? (ugh)