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Oke Junior

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Artist Oke Junior

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Year 2024

Released 2024-05-24

BPM 100

VocalsMale

Artist Followers 31,125

Hometown United States - California - Oakland

Artist Bio Matthew Osivwemu, also known as Oke Junior, is a hip hop performing artist from Oakland, California. When Oke was twelve years old he moved to Napa to live with his older brother Anthony. It was in Napa where Oke would turn his life around and begin taking music seriously. His story telling, lyrical skills, and versatility as an artist is what makes him a stand out talent coming out of the Bay Area. His music has created waves throughout California, catching the attention of Too $hort, Mistah FAB, Sway Calloway, and Superbowl Champion Marshawn Lynch. He’s earned over 2 million streams across YouTube, Spotify, and Apple Music combined. Most recently Oke has inked placement deals with the NFL & ESPN. Oke is seeking to continue to grow and inspire those through his music.

ISRC
QZNB82349698
Custom Track ID
rG2CPh6KQxNQ
Composers
Matthew Osivwemu (BMI) 50.00%Ajani Rabb 50.00%
Original Publishers
Matthew Osivwemu (BMI) 100.00%
Master Owners
Matthew Osivwemu 100.00%

Classical

Composer

Matthew Osivwemu

Lyrics

[Hook]
Knocking down in doors
They wouldn’t let us in
Making moves, I got motion, I’m really him
Out here throwing shots, barely hit the rim
You went broke trying to flex, better hit the gym
Get ya muscle up, get ya hustle up
They jealous on the low, they can’t with us
Why they trying to come around showing fake love
Want my spot bad, but it’s taken up

[Verse 1]
Loose cannon, get the flashing, going mad Maxx
No filter, no love, I want get back
These niggas industry for real, talking big cap
On the road to a mil, bet I get that
In grind mode, 'cause it’s money on the floor
Why you out here simping, you looking sad over
I can’t call you brother, you clown, you a joke
Ran out of favors, don’t hit my phone, leave me lone
Front line with it, taking all chances
Give a f*** 'bout no likes, show me finances
Careless about these hoes, she ain’t running bands in
Ain’t competing with these, Mr. Get it done
'Cause always I stand on bidness
Really out here moving, put my bros in position
Oke on that shit again, really out here tripping
I had to pop my sh*t again, thinking that I’m timid
Don’t do a lot of talking, I just sit back and listen
Yeah, I went to college, still a product of the trenches
Teaching at these schools, all the kids messing with me
The parents love me too, I got cougars trying to lick me
Rap game jaded, won’t catch me moving iffy though
Really independent, outside making plenty dough
Me falling off, that’s hysterical
I’m the golden child, I got God working miracles

[Hook]
Knocking down in doors
They wouldn’t let us in
Making moves, I got motion, I’m really him
Out here throwing shots, barely hit the rim
You went broke trying to flex, better hit the gym
Get ya muscle up, get ya hustle up
They jealous on the low, they can’t with us
Why they trying to come around showing fake love
Want my spot bad, but it’s taken up