Olamide – Lights in the Air Lyrics (feat. Buckwyla)

Lights in the Air

Olamide (feat. Buckwyla)

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"Lights in the Air." - Olamide (feat. Buckwyla)

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 05:44 am

Album: Ybnl

Track No: 03

[Intro: Olamide]
Shiit
Awa o need introduction
Ele yi o shey first of all
Everybody knows we the First Of All!!
[Chorus: Buckwyla]
Roll it up
Put up your light inna the air
Dem say we young and we are wild but we no care
We bone it up let them bad man know we are here
Jah rastafari here so we no fear no fear dem
Light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Jah rastafari know say we no care, no fear no fear dem
[Verse 1: Olamide]
Yeah
Iya ti bi mi mo tun ra mi bi
Lost but found but mo tun ra mi ri
Ba alangba ba jabo lati ori fence ti o ku
A se press up o tun ma mi ri
Those talking bad about me
Je ki wa n ma fi enu won run commentary
They count their age I count my money
Ko wa gbe won lo si cemetery
Just to make sure ko wo pe
Nothing in the world that i cannot do
Won l'aje pako ni ko le survive
Cele n tan won won tan candle
Mo n hustle l'jojumo
Mo ngba awe mo ngba adura
Olorun to fi mi se olori maje n shanku bi Yaradua
Fi mi se aridunu omo
Ki won ma ki Allah nagode
Sebi eyan lobi Mike Adenuga ati Aliko Dangote
From the bottom to the top of the game
Niggas saying that they wanna take my life away
Saying it was all good but all he care
What dream why the hell they wanna feel that way
Iya oni borun meji
Omo gun Toyota
Olorun ma je a ri
Mumsy mi loni quarter
Gbogbo du kiya mi
Cos I made it out of gutter
Tori ati toju mi ni kekere gbogbo aso to ni
Ni se lo ko ta
[Chorus: Buckwyla]
Roll it up
Put up your light inna the air
Dem say we young and we are wild but we no care
We bone it up let them bad man know we are here
Jah rastafari here so we no fear no fear dem
Light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Jah rastafari know say we no care, no fear no fear dem
[Verse 2: Olamide]
Mo ti balaga
Mo ti mature
Bi n se fe gbe aiye mo ti wa sure
Awon to n se caricature
E fi won le emi ni ki won ma so
Ogiri Jericho won o le da agbara mi duro ko ma san
If u get the picture am tryna paint
Paparazzi capture
Living my life like the very last tomorrow is not assured
Whatever it is I read from within
I don’t give a ish I give it a shot
My life look big already to some but to me is pre-mature
Walking toward greatness while rappers acting so immature
Esu fe ra soul mi his begging me like o de jor
Been persuading me with all that glitters sugbon mo je jor
Cos I will be useful in his kingdom
He thinks I'm useless in this world
The fame and fortune no be God?
Haa still I will be living it squared
Won ro pe after first album e won o ni ri mo
O ye kin ti ku ti pe olorun lo pa mi mo
Ti won ba n soro greatness wa so temi mo
Cos ti won ba pe oruko baba ati omo won a so te mi mimo
[Chorus: Buckwyla]
Roll it up
Put up your light inna the air
Dem say we young and we are wild but we no care
We bone it up let them bad man know we are here
Jah rastafari here so we no fear no fear dem
Light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Put your light inna the air
Jah rastafari know say we no care, no fear no fear dem
[Verse 3: Buckwyla]
Mi a the owner of the punk and the cemetery
Ready to bury anyone wey dey lirics to elementary
Everyone wey mi love and mi family
Anyone wey try diss dem automatically me enemy
Cos dem bloods go no flow inna mi basket
We go no put up dem bones and dem flesh in a casket
Ready to drink up dem blood like a mineral
Me go no eat a fried rince inna dem funeral
Rasta man me no care
Me bad man to the bone
Me no say me a strong and me eat it like a cone
Now for they know me pupa na baddest maddest
Yea
[Outro: Buckwyla & Olamide]
Gangster, Rasta, master, superstar, master, blaster
Now provoke a you hear mi
Go spread the word like Buckwild and Olamide tell una say yo
A we the maddest the baddest
Every morning I pray cos the kind of game I play
Haters getting in my way
They don forget the dues I pay
They hate to see me feel highrate
Fuck that shit I did it my way
Gangsters, ballers’ they feeling me oshey I hail
Lati mushin de orile
Niggas know that I real ye
Is that I am all that special
They show me love and i appreciate
Ajepako ni mi yea
But story change this year
Everybody to n diss e
Ringi mi e ma kiss e

Writer(s): Olamide Gbenga Adedeji.

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