Lyrics: AKA – Composure


Check Out The Lyrics To Composure By AKA.

One two, one two, one two


[Verse 1: AKA]
Why you guessing dawg?
Why you comin’ to my table without asking dawg?
I know you hate me with a passion I ain’t mad at y’all
I know you fuck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth???????
Cash tying with a??????
I don’t need a green [360MUSICNG.COM] screen when I pull stunts
Coz when you the real thing nigga’s get touched
And it’s Super unlock unlock
I don’t give a fuck about your number one spot
Corporate’s sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all my Naija homies getting telecom guap
In the billboards
That’s the shit that I kill for
Big dreams since I was a lil’ boy
I’m stressed

Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a fuck but I ain’t got a fuck left
I’m blessed
Let me ball like the?????
Forbes 360MUSICNG.COM if you ever fall it’s a cannonball
Miss me with the bullshit??????
I just hope your daddy fall when the camera off????
Bang, bang, bang and its all about the moola
Big shout out to Sbuda??????
Tunnel vision got me thinking future like computers
20 bitches swimming in the pool like barracuda
Maybe I should spit something we can build with
I think we all need change who got the till slip?
It’s way beyond Drake and Meek Mill shit
Fuck a Veyonce I got a lil’ kid
Even Ricky called me the other day
Stuck in the middle and said that we can’t collaborate
Tried to be civil until I saw your twitter page
But I was out in Europe doing bigger things
See when it rains it pours
Understand with me when it’s war it’s war
Thinking back you wasn’t even national yet
Matter fact, I used to be a fan of your shit
Young King, I should’ve took you under my wing
Instead I let you under my skin
I know coming up is a wonderful thing
But even I get uncomfortable when they call me the King
I know you play like you humble but we just one and the same
You tryna stay out of trouble and I’m just stuck in my lane
I hope the pressure don’t make me buckle, so much in my plate
Appetite for destruction this shit is like a buffet

Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now
This ain’t your moment we own it now
You feelin’ some type of way
They gon’ ask me what this song about
Composure, composure
Composure, composure
Hmmm know yourself
I’m from the future, Let’s take it back to the music
Coz I guess I know myself

[Verse 2: AKA]
My nigga’s on the road fucking crazy bitches
I be on my phone looking through my baby pictures
How the fuck do you call??? a position
Had enough of these clubs but they don’t wanna miss it
All the bae’s blow me kisses
Drinkin’ champagne just to piss it
Nigga’s been saying I’m a shit

1 Comment
  1. Mandla Mabunda says

    Let me ball like the Ballon d’or!

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