Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rey Cooper
Performer
Wulomei
Background Vocals
Belac 360
Performer
Carlton Alphonso Cooper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Alphonso Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rey Cooper
Producer
Belac 360
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
Look
Hiphop was killed in Nigeria
Then resurrected in Ghana. Abaga was the final prophet
Then Muhammad woke up in Sarkodie, held up a banner
For the new rappers to walk with it
Never forget shoutout Bafana-Bafana, AKA take my condolences
Diamonds don't shine, they reflect
Always wanted to say that to Rihanna
Menes dey talk say the devil wears Prada
Say that he's short and bald
He got 4 eyes and he make your economy suffer
I wish that one day we all could be happy
Till it's all said and done
We put down the guns
For now, smile for my magazine
Pull up in all back and buss up my opps and dip
Pause lemme take some clips
I'm not a rapper, I'm a activist
I'm a problem, I'm a specialist
I'm a king but I'm in my slavery stage. Working 2 jobs to get paid
Crazy how talent don't get you nowhere in this industry
All you go know be delay
Better know somebody who knows somebody
Who knows somebody letting you in
Won't let nobody make a fool of me
I go rice over your tugyimi
Pacho mame koko 2 cedi
With just a tiny little bit of scrutiny
It's ok if they speak of me critically
Cos I'm not the best, but I'm gonna be
Repeat the session. I'm going. I'm gone again
I am up up and away. No we Don't p-p-p-play
96 months you dey steal from me
But I'm gonna put the julor behind my bars
Atmosphere full of kush, and clouds, and stars as bright as me
All in your teeth is gold and diamonds
Nevertheless, your talk is cheap
If you see the kinda things I seen
My brudda you'll dip your eyes in bleach
This ain't the chorus, so much to say
Not enough coming in, so much to pay
You still dey house you wont protest
But if you protest, it look like you're clout obsessed?
What the hell do you want from me?
I never said I was living uncomfortably
1 dollar be 10 cedi and that's fine with me
Cos I'm paid in American currency
So don't force me to go outside
It's dirty and hot outside
I can't smoke pot outside
The police dem dey outside
Speaking of policemen
Just last year you were talking smack
Cos the government slashed your payment
"Go suck your modda"
That's for the ones who locked up Chiderah David
In a ideal world, M.Dot for president, Blacko for Vice
SM dey control the army, BHIM nation control the foreign affairs
I go handle finances and anything gynecological
But then again, I'm born again
And I'm a virgin on the weekend
So trust me when I'm in a troski
And I tell you I can still afford a Benz
So trust me when I rig elections
And tell you that I'm better than the next
Trust me when I tell you that the country's not that much of a mess
Trust her when she tell you
She's never gonna cheat on you for a cheque
Fellow Ghanaians
Criticize me when I do wrong. No be me give you the dumsor
Fellow Ghanaians
Donated my salary for your benefit. Don't be ungrateful
Fellow Ghanaians
I was born in Naija, so already, my head no correct
Fellow Ghanaians
First come first serve
If you come you collect. Gang
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