Read the full lyrics for Blaqbonez’s song ACL. Use the words for karaoke, singalongs, and to understand the track’s context.
The lyrics for Blaqbonez’s “ACL” feature a mix of English and Nigerian Pidgin, creating a vibrant tapestry that is perfect for group singalongs and karaoke sessions. The song opens with a repetitive hook that emphasizes confidence and self-assurance, making it easy for listeners to chant along. The chorus includes catchy phrases about being the “blueprint” and warnings against imitation, which resonate strongly in live settings. This structure encourages audience participation, as the lines are memorable and rhythmic.
Blaqbonez uses his verses to deliver braggadocious lines and cultural references, with wordplay that showcases his lyrical skill. The lyrics touch on themes of success, competition, and the pitfalls of envy in the music industry. The language is direct and often humorous, using slang that appeals to his core audience. The repetitive nature of certain lines, such as those about not tearing an ACL, allows fans to quickly learn and join in during performances. The flow alternates between rapid delivery and more melodic sections, providing variety for those following the text.
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The bridge introduces introspective elements, reflecting on growth and maturity, which adds depth to the overall narrative. The lyrics maintain a consistent energy throughout, with ad-libs and interjections that enhance the communal feel. The complete lyrics for “ACL” are available for fans who want to engage deeply with the song, whether for karaoke nights or personal enjoyment. Sharing the words helps listeners appreciate the artistry and connect with the track on a deeper level.
Produced by DONTWORRYABOUTIT, Ramoni
17 October 2025
16 songs, 48 minutes
℗ 2025 Chocolate City Music
Lyrics
So, don’t worry about it, it’s cool
Don’t worry about it, it’s cool
Don’t worry about it, uh
Look, hm, yeah
Boys they know I’m the blueprint, they wanna be me, so I hear
But them no fit be me, them no get Flavour, Nabania
Make dem no tear their ACL ’cause they wan flow like Blaq
Failed rappers turning to internet gangsters, hm
Anti-World? (Tch) more like anti-success (hm)
Dem no get motion, maybe they need a wheelchair
No fit tell their guy the truth, they gats suck dick for lil’ stipend
Where dem go sleep tonight, if they tell ọga say that shit is ass
I been pulling strings, make the machine work for me
Whenever I need PR, them be like my employees, mm
So much delulu, think he’s a king, but he’s a pawn
I make a move, watch how his mouth go start to run
I can’t fight like Eden Hazard o, dem sabi my parole
She still dey get flashback, so hit flash, summer time, I splash on that ho
I dey on heat, gbẹdu na back to back o, hm, yeah
Straight raw, we no dey add tobacco, huh
When I come out so rock, I’m like Dwayne Johnson, presidential, huh
Rollie presidential, huh, nigga, I’m monumental, huh
Who them, what? Who them be?
Niggas inconsequential, huh
Just a bunch of wack niggas wey drop out for kindergarten, huh (uhn)
Boys they know I’m the blueprint, they wanna be me, so I hear (ah)
But them no fit be me, them no get flavour, Nabania (ah)
Make dem no tear their ACL ’cause they wan flow like Blaq (Blaq, ah)
Failed rappers turning to internet gangsters, hm (ahn-ahn)
Anti-World? (Tch) more like anti-success, hm (uh)
Dem no get motion, maybe they need a wheelchair (maybe they need-)
No fit tell their guy the truth, they gats suck dick for lil’ stipend
Where dem go sleep tonight, if they tell ọga say that shit is ass
All that agriculture wey dey give boys confidence, go soon off
Dem dey gas am to rap with me, the machine go soon knock (who dey gas them?)
Make he dey do him highlife dey go, make he dey sing high notes, Wande Coal
Make he dey suck all dick, oloṣo, anywhere belle face, he dey go
Raise am, hm, raise am, raise am
Shit, the machine is faulty (ah), e go need quick recovery (huh)
Person wey go soon turn 50, uh, used to be him, BobRisky
Now e don cast, he’s finished (ehn?) Every day all about Blaq, he’s tweeting
Anywhere wey clout dey, you see him, old man (uh-uh, yeah-yeah)
All you really want is greeting
Person go think say he dey co-sign them
You just wan ride their wave, end of the month, Elon Musk go pay
Talk anything wey go cause gobe
Wait, another Dog Eat Dog? Put that shit inside the-
Boys-boys they know I’m the blueprint, they wanna be me, so I hear
(Put am inside of the bag, jọọ)
But them no fit be me, them no get flavour, Nabania (boom, boom)
Make dem no tear their ACL ’cause they wan flow like Blaq (ah)
Failed rappers turning to Internet gangsters (turning to-)
Anti-World? (Tch) more like anti-success (huh-uh)
Dem no get motion, maybe they need a wheelchair (maybe they need-)
No fit tell their guy the truth, they gats suck dick for lil’ stipend (maybe they need dem)
Where dem go sleep tonight if they tell ọga say that shit is ass (suck!)
No days off, no days off, no days off
Yeah
Huh, he sendin’ DMs before eight in the morning, it’s giving obsessed
He loves me, hates me, wanna kill me, it’s giving unstable
Remember the addy I sent? Was Yaba Left, I was tryna help you
If you text me before you talk to God, then I’m your religion
If it was 2019, I’d be posting some memes and shit (hm, yeah)
But I had to grow up (had to grow up), be an OG and shit
Leave some things for the kids and shit, let it all speak and shit (tch)
The wrinkles on your head should tell you where I’m really going with this
Huh, credit where credit is due (huh), thank you (arigato)
‘Cause you showed me who I didn’t wanna be and shit
Charlie Constantino, Maison Margiela, I’m out in the front row
I stay fly like a pilot, your belly look like you swallowed a stylist
I’m still numero uno, expensive is what the lifestyle is
No go tear ACL trying this type shit
