Out here I just be immigrant
Though a king in my home, all my dawgs move militant
Officer I no be criminal
Might be lost in this foreign land
When e hot give me signal
Dear Lord
You dey listen to me when we pray
I think about it meditate

Out here I just be immigrant
Them no dey barb my lingo
In the search of milk then honey
No one beneath no one dey above me
Streets make hot and my nose all runny
Pray I make it home with this light in my body
Cos the darkness loud in this air I dey find me
But it can't out run me
Nah e no go out run me

Jump on the gram
Early in the morning another king dead
Torn between fear for a gun
And who dey pull am instead
No rest for the wicked
Sake of bread man shoot brother for e head
Out here I just be immigrant
So maybe I no go understand

I say cold nights, dark days
On a cash trail man always
Folks back home think I'm rich when they ask me for shit
They get pissed when I tell em I no get
Man get bills pass federal reserve
No be say I hit wey I no wan spread
True I get lonely but here I dey prefer
Memories of home as I toss in my bed
I try, I try
To keep it all together and be fine
If I say it's easy I'll be lying
Do it for my unborn ones
Bitch I pass interview to be here
No dey look at me like I don't deserve it, are you dumb?
When it's all said and done
It's me against the world
An African trying to find his place in a world
Them design for so many of my kinfolk to fail
Still the truth go prevail

I'm not just an immigrant
Blood flowing through my veins, I be man, somebody's son
I might move like a militant
But I'm far from a criminal
Police dey come everybody run