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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarkodie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Owusu Addo
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dirty Saj
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You know I'm running outta patience
Still a no me twɛn the **** who go make I party
Cos it feels like a vacation
Ma me send mo location
Sɛ mo nim me fie? You don't need an invitation
We having a conversation
Sɛ ɛba no fan base you ain't fucking with the nation
That be why all you **** be hating
I'm on a paper chasing
The 1st **** to do it
I'm so swift I dodged all the bullets
Bisi no yɛ den a we use force to chew it
This no be luck from day one I knew it
The return of the God-father
The boss rapper, yɛ hunu me a they all scatter
Me wu a you all suffer cos me na kyerɛ mo how your delivery go fall proper
You are now rocking with the realest motherfucker
[Verse 2]
I've been rapping for a minute so I'm used to all this sabotage
Man that shit is camouflage
Decade in the game I made a lotta cash
But I need more cos you know we blow money fast
**** wanna tap into the blessing
Time's gonna reveal all the truth I ain't stressing
I'm the best to ever do it this is not even a question
They don't wanna see me great
And that be the impression I dey get from all these soft ass rappers
You dealling with some top class shatters
Amateur boys that be why your punchlines suffers
Ma ɔmo aso te sɛ ɔmo yɛ top 5 wackest
I'm the realest in the game no cap
Sɛ me wu na me kɔ ba I be the same old cat
E be you **** you dey push the game go back
Yɛ se rappers for the kiss but they ain't no fag
Cos even when I'm broke be when I make more stacks
How many rappers dey perform dey take more cash
Wo deɛ keep key no we go break door locks
From kumasi VIP we dey take tour bus
They want me to chill like they got me on ice
Yɛ se B.E.T me cheat cos I dey carry all night
Sɛ m'ɛn win award then I probably don't like
Cos lemme be honest my **** we alright
[Verse 3]
A 100, 000 on a video clip
Only because I be on my CEO shit no discount
**** gotta feed the whole clique
Sɛ wo ha madwen a then I take a road trip
I'm on ma hustle like a stripper on a pole
Wo pɛ wo girl no a you gotta put her on the low
I'm a legend homie if you wanna know
At this level I'm only rapping to keep you on your toe
You only got a crib cos your ass got signed
I be self made everything is all mine
A **** stay broke when a **** don't grind
Wo nyɛ real nti mɛnfrɛ me **** keep it online
Wo nya duru me level **** take a chill pill
Cut the bullshit yall already know the real deal
Sikan ano ewu kwraa e go still kill
Mo bars water pistol wo bɛ te "piw piw"
Sɛ mo rap lose form a I be the only weight gainer
Punchlines 65 feet container
I guess you gotta diss cos you need a sustainer
Man I got the shit together like a fucking waist trainer
Menni time man I gotta keep focus
I'm a beast only real **** notice
Charley the fans still dey fuck with the ****
Over 17 years a lifetime hypnosis
What else?
[Verse 4]
Tribulations and trial, trials and tribulations
Rome wasn't built in a day so have patience
Under-priviledged I went through financial hardships
Then I started catching prayers like a Cassius Clay
All A's on my ghetto report card
The first one to tell you to go home or go hard
Never in the sucker shit
Always run a fixture and a factor and a boss
Never cross game, double cross
Never lose momentum, get off
Protect yourself at all cost
The suckers is jealous, in a way they make you throw it all away in one day
That's why I pray
Born and raised after God
Gotta pass a good nut
Gotta be alert and aware
The situation so real was having these muse getting at it
Flipping and scribbling like acrobatic
Money over bitches, money over bitches
Never tell 'em bitches any of your business
Everyday is christmas, everyday is christmas
Put it inside the cart fuck a wishlist
I do whatever I want, ever I want
I ain't a pump, I ain't a pump
Put an eight in a blunt, eight in a blunt
I stay drunk, I stay drunk
[Verse 5]
Life to the fullest, living life to the thrillest
The homie touched down, just blew ten bullets
If you ever met him, you would say that he the coolest
If you ever play him, you gon' cough a pale of mucus
20 inch arms, put hands on a hater
When he came home he was seating on some paper
Slidin' in the foreigns, never been a traitor
It's the new norm, he will shoot fuck a taser
Written by: Earl Stevens, Michael Owusu Addo