1st Grade Music (prod. By Sergio) Lyrics - Singles - O.h Da Soul-jah

Intro: O.H 

Its O.H in de building 

Kojo Cue right na di building 

McLaud in de building 

Whats up 

You know that is O.H in da building 

And I got Kojo Cue I got Claudizee First Grade Music, we bout to make 

history 

Get me, Sergio hit them 

Chorus: Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, 

Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1stgrade Music; this is how we do it. 

Verse 1: O.H 

My flow reveal secret, like de Octopus 

Stressing this old rappers like 

menopause 

Itching them, here and there like 

chicken pox 

They cant stand the heat, unless they beg for me to pause 

In seconds, my music made them 

reckless 

Rollin all around their neck like necklace 

Is giving them slow death, they looking 

helpless This isnt a telenova tchew!! Timeless 

Am far ahead in this game, you need a 

telescope 

I brought this style, call it flashes of 

hope 

Swag on African Print Im a S.O.A.P Cos I roll with the CEO Kobby Dope 

The rap president with attitude Barrack 

Obama 

Me na me flow so authentic, chaley e no 

be China 

Ohemeng Bin Laden, me nua ne Osama Is O.H and am from Ghana 

Makin good music, Claud they my side 

Be warned haters, you cant kill our 

pride 

This our birth right, not a plight.. 

Chorus: 

Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, 

Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1st grade Music; this is how we do it. 

Verse 2: Ko-Jo Cue 

Eyo! I came from the bottom, rose from 

the bottom/ 

With nothing but flows, was told go, 

get them, I got them/ 

No Edem, I had them in my zone/ 

For the throne I wrote weapons, I cocked them/ 

And blew it aint a problem/now Im 

popping off with my dawgs/ 

Popping off in the club/ 

C U E, C U E, popping off on the blogs/ 

I be knocking up all them broads, den bell I no dey pick/ 

Boys jocking up on the god, but hw3 I 

no dey biz/ 

i be sonning them, they put me on 

tracks and I be running them/ 

run with them, put an AK to the domes, I be gunning them/ 

Hi hater, bye later/ 

Ask around abi ur chick side nigga/ 

High as a skyscraper, chasing this paper/ 

Making this paper till I see my maker/ 

Me trap taa kye bayla, cedi, naira ne cefa/ 

Wontee me rapo sei da, 

O.H, I gotchu, eyyba// 

Verse 3: McLaud 

They say I smell like a superstar, thats 

me. 

I belong to a super clan, capital c. 

We have many brothers, who are 

really popular gee.. 

And if you wanna copy our style.That aint for free.. 

Tellem, Hommies gonna hit de jackpot. 

After that, hommies gonna pop the 

pop off. 

Ever wonder why niggas tripping in the 

game.. This life is kind of freaking insane, ah!! 

Never ever tryna do me. 

Cos it wont work, Im cool gee.. 

Even if I walk on the edge, I will never 

fall, 

Because Im bless, Im getting strong.. Its like am getting tall. I aint growing 

horns. 

A lot mennas talk about how we ball, 

how we flex, 

How we talk, how we score, how we 

love, This rap game, gon get de fame, 

I dont hide anything, mehn Im so 

plain. 

Cos Im better than the haters, massacre 

the monsters, 

Hommies are like we de greatest, the greatest. 

But is Claud, O H, Kojo Cue we the 

realest. 

Verse 4: O.H 

Me y3 incredible undisputed you can 

call me M.I 

Big things popping, chaley like T.I 

Me y3 best na month se sen?, yes I 

Mi nah bard man, Jah-Rasta-Fari ii 

I dey chop victory, you all wonder Tip of a story building, you aint my 

level 

I dey make history, them all surrender 

Am Diablos, mean mugging, do I look 

like devil 

If you set a trap, you will end up in a casket 

Cos meny3 bode3 adwo, to set as a 

target 

Flow I have it chaw, Joe ka woho bring 

the basket 

3ma ne ha wo, cos am not your budget. 

Chorus: 

Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1st grade Music, 1st grade Music, 

Ball pen on the paper 

This is the 1st grade Music; this is how we do it.