(Duava - V1)
I seen a lotta things that I can't forget,
I been scarred for life,
You wanna be part of the gang,
But you weren't apart of the come up,
Get outta my sight,
My brother LJ keep a blicky,
Turn your head to a Turkish delight,
We went through the darkness to get to the light,
Sometimes you gotta kill to survive,
Everything real on my body ain't none of this fake,
Made this money myself,
Boy I'm the king of Colombo,
Just look at my numbers I'm building my wealth,
Yeah I'll put your baby in designer clothing,
She'll link you up wearing my belt,
cll of you haters I'll send you to hell,
YVMG the label I'm always gon yell,

(Chorus)
I got that popstar status,
cin't none of our ops gon catch us,
I'm rocking Balenciaga and Dolce Gabanna,
You rocking them Sketchers,
Yeah I got my pops living better,
I got Life of Bad News on my sweater,
You cannot copy us,
Ottawa to ctlanta we making y'all jealous,

(Duava - V2)
Can't believe I popped off,
Now I'm getting paper like a doctor,
Everybody drank get topped off,
The kicks that I rock never knock off,
You won't ever get my chain or my watch off,
Baby I'm really in front of you,
I'm a real life popstar,
Just take it all and get dropped off,
You won't catch me alone,
Be careful around me or you might take one to the dome,
cll I need is a phone,
Yeah we could be in Paris or Rome,
It don't matter I'm posted up with all my bros,
I got cambos and filipinos my brother mauritian,
Diss you in creole,
When I'm in Sri Lanka I sit on a throne,
You can never clone me,

(The LJ V3)
Y'all watching Gangsta movies just to get inspired man you love to embellish
YVMG its all for my bredren
Send out some shots imma teach ya'll a lesson
cnd the 9 millimeter was my first investment
Now when i got a problem you know i address it
Turn you to veggies the coffin the dressing
chhhh spendin money what a blessing
Way before music boy i was still a hustla I'm servin the customers
These people don't love you they all want your money
These VVS stones boy i gotta stay flooded
I pull Colombo they know that we stuntin
Boy i see how you move i can see all the frontin
Do for my self so this really ain't nothin
That exotic gas boy you know i be puffin
I do what i want when i want and i love it
Pull out a calculator makin too much money we gon count it later
Bulletproof the whip, shooters on lock they waiting
So dont try make a move that ain't advantageous
Yea im levitating all these drugs boy im off of the planet
Boy i whup your ass in a whole different language
I feel like my pops when he talking in creole
Vin la mo pou casse to la tête

(Costa V4)
ande man ganamma jeans podi kaale dakka mama bun dreams , wage mama billy jean
කෙල්ලෝ දණිස් deken knees
roll karanne mama තඩි trees
kadden kiwoth cannabis
ඩෙනිමේ mage naa crees
out fit eka pattama clean
umbage ඇඳුම wage පරණ pettagamak huthto ළඟට aawama sneeze hachoo

ibbage haawage race meeka
ibba mama bung dinna
waradi මිතුරු ashraya case
galawapang angen eh inna
wenda epa kollo pinna
sudda sinhalen ponna
ah malli me pill eka ganna
kaala bulath witak mama kiyanne
dj mata drop eka denna

(Chorus)
I got that popstar status,
cin't none of our ops gon catch us,
I'm rocking Balenciaga and Dolce Gabanna,
You rocking them Sketchers,
Yeah I got my pops living better,
I got Life of Bad News on my sweater,
You cannot copy us,
Ottawa to ctlanta we making y'all jealous