(Hip hop afrobeats. 8 bars.)

They know the name now — n*ggas wey lost my contact

find it again real quick — the impact

of a hit song na like a GPS reset —

everybody know where you are, the debt

of obscurity paid in full overnight —

Obama quiet for years before the spotlight,

I study that — the long game na the real game —

every b*tch wey say the sound too local, same

people request it at the club on Friday —

I don't say I told you — I just play

the song louder — the algorithm

do the talking — this sh*t rhythm

reach places my passport never been —

Google me, the picture na serene:

Mushin boy, world stage. Type and see.

Type the name. Press enter. Read the page.

Then remember what you said when I was nobody.

I don't hold it. The internet hold it longer than me.

(Hip hop afrobeats drop. Confident and bouncy.)

Google me, Google me — the results don't lie —

Google me, type the name and watch it multiply —

Google me, I came from nothing, now I reach the sky —

Google me, the ones wey doubt me, I wave bye —

Google me, the work speak louder than the noise —

Google me. That na my voice.

Too many plaques on the wall for the h*es wey said

the flow too raw, too Nigerian — ahead

of their understanding, that's the thing —

Picasso paint and n*ggas say: what is this bring

to my eyes — now the same painting

worth more than their great-grandchildren — hating

na just appreciation wey arrive too early —

I move through the industry, Messi curly

path through defenders — nobody see the run

till the ball dey in the net — one

by one the doubters become the fans —

I got no time for victory laps or plans

of revenge — the streams na the speech,

the Google page na the reach. That's enough.

My mama search my name one Sunday afternoon —

she call me, voice like the moon

just appear when you no expect am —

she say: Dayo, I see them

writing about you everywhere on this thing —

I hear Mushin in her voice, the ring

of four AM in every word she say —

every article na her ogi from that day,

every stream na her light wey she leave on —

the Google result na built on

her compound, her sacrifice, her name —

Google me. Google her first. She na the whole f*cking game.

Google me, Google me — the results don't lie —

Google me, type the name and watch it multiply —

Google me, I came from nothing, now I reach the sky —

Google me, the ones wey doubt me, I wave bye —

Google me, the work speak louder than the noise —

Google me. That na my voice.

(Beat drops to half. Voice direct.)

To the ones wey believed early —

your name dey in the acknowledgments.

To the ones wey didn't —

Google me. Everything na there. Page one. Still there.

(Full drop returns.)

Google me, Google me — the results don't lie —

Google me, type the name and watch it multiply —

Google me, I came from nothing, now I reach the sky —

Google me, the ones wey doubt me, I wave bye —

Google me, the work speak louder than the noise —

Google me. That na my voice.