Tobe Nwigwe – DESTRUCTION (ft. Coast Contra) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2022-07-30

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music (Mp3 Download)

Tobe Nwigwe drops the music video for the Coast Contra-featured “DESTRUCTION” song. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Tobe Nwigwe Destruction

Tobe Nwigwe Destruction

Texas native Tobe Nwigwe kicked off July on a high note with his “BEEN BROKE” collaboration track, featuring Chamillionaire, 2 Chainz, and his wife, Fat Nwigwe.

Now, before the month comes to a close, the 35-year-old has returned with another single for our listening pleasure, this one boasting an appearance from rising hip-hop group Coast Contra, called “DESTRUCTION.”

“I’ve been in the cut like snip snip / If you hear the gun go click click, then ya dead,” Nwigwe begins on the first verse. “My plan is to have about six kids / Get my girl thick as biscuits from lil’ Mrs. Baird’s.”

Eric Jamal, Ras Austin, RioLoz, and Taj Austin come through on the following verses and the chorus, each of them showing off their bar-crafting skills – whether in English or Spanish.


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(Tobe Nwigwe)
I’ve been in the cut like snick snill
If you hear the gun go click click, then you dead
My plan is to have about six kids
Get my girl to think it’s biscuits from Lil’ Misses’ [???]
Also make a whole lot of dough
But still remain whippy flow, Nick, come us
My lil’ homies think my matrimony
Say you want one, but got so many hoes
Look, he don’t really know it if you free the pigeons
He be livin’ way above them reek conditions
He been reachin’, I be livin’ hella propositions for him
Wishin’ that he listen, but it’s hard to pay attention when you on the hoes
My buddy in the club, how religious, he get vicious
When it come to gettin’ digits, he gon’ holler at the tickets
Make her feel like he the richest if lil’ baby is a vixen
Her legs in the air like Eucalyptus ‘fore she go home
But everybody leavin’ unfulfilled, want a thrill
Of the night, his belt on
Something fishy and you feel it in your gills
It ain’t real, put your keep on
Swimming out the pond, toys to feel where you don’t belong
And you still ain’t healed from the last one that had you
In your heels big-steppin’ towards destruction

You see
If it’s between me and you, brother
Heh, I don’t think I can lose, brother (Tryna find my way)
You see, this thing called life, uh (Tryna find my way)
We only get one of those, and if you get in the way of mine

Woah, pardon me, huh
Blood clot cloggin’ my artery, huh
Gun shots straight through the heart of me, uh
Breathe, breathe, come on, need a breather
Walkin’ towards the light, that’s my conscience, breathin’
Go to where the others, you will love without a fightin’
Tryna be a gangster, shoulda been a fighter
Oh, and wonder why that negativity excite ya
I’ll be damned, my next life in the [???]
Tryna find a key and as I reincarnate
They don’t wanna listen to my wisdom, for heaven’s sake
Was tryna guide you, golly, you got in my way
You a pain, but it hurt to see you die anyway

[???], don’t compare, nunca, never (Uh huh)
We can do it on the South, como quiera (Uh huh)
Cook a place anywhere, taught a jigga (Uh huh)
Talk to me nice, no se cualquiera (Quiera)
[???], cuanto en [???]
Oye mano [???] el planeta
Real place from the South, nothin’ better (Uh huh)
Mindin’ with my dawgs feelin’ like the Goodfellas
Run it back, real rap, trance, in a trance
Tryna set us in a bongo, go (Go)
Uh, in the slums all day, I was standin’ in the hallways
Slappin’ like (Like), uh

Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom (Tryna find my way)
If you my brother, brother (Yeah)
Then I need you to tell me somethin’ (Yeah)
Tell me the truth (We now return you to regular programming)

I was a rich soul, but boy is a rich man
That lived on earth, whole thing, why I picked land
If that’s your purpose, then just sayin’
We made it through mud and quicksand
Tell me what I am if not a real one
Since a lil’ one, she weren’t a feelin’ one
Traits of greatness run in my veins like heroin
Vessel, grand pain and a manifesto
Of dreamers who voice now seem ancestral
My young souls huntin’ your dreams hunted by goals
I remember strugglin’, wanted money to show sufferin’
Watchin’ my supporter, humble abode
Now it’s my place to hug with the bull (Bull)

My, my, my, heh
From niggas to gods
Flesh to be blacker than an African
In a world where they tell me I’m inadequate
Yeah, you got some nerve, you got some nerve

Ask me why I walk around with attitude
Four hundred years, I was born to be mad at you
Born as a radical, you must think I’m Boo-Boo the fool
I see how you move, you drive a van Coupe but you hot
You’re kissed by the sun, a flower child pulled from the root
Your school’s on about the story I’m from
Like, when did I leave and branch off the family tree?
We come from the dirt, the mud, we was meant to succeed
Was brought overseas to serve, but there’s none in our breed
Coast Contra, we forever been teams
History repeats

Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like
Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)
Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)
Fe-fi-fo-fe, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

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