Miss Aila, be a brother, give me a number to call mama
Want to get things straight and get it proper
It's not justified against my own black brother
Remember when cos stuck in the mud
We keep a family treat and show my brother mad love
We go on TV, we all must hug
You come off, you attack my team like bone thugs and
Amane, Samane, finally
You even try to ditch your own family
When everybody want to be like us
Look like us, just like us
We got G's, I don't believe they can knock the foodies
I'm just a member of the refugees
That's what