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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ground Up Chale
Ground Up Chale
Performer
Bigg Homie Flee
Bigg Homie Flee
Performer
Kimati
Kimati
Performer
Phylz, Lalid
Phylz, Lalid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ground Up Chale
Ground Up Chale
Songwriter
Joe McCue
Joe McCue
Songwriter
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Songwriter
Albert Koomson
Albert Koomson
Songwriter
Richmond Obeng
Richmond Obeng
Songwriter
Samuel Kojo Okoampah
Samuel Kojo Okoampah
Songwriter
Samuel Aboagye Jnr
Samuel Aboagye Jnr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nixie Official
Nixie Official
Engineer
Jester Beats
Jester Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hwɛ yɛn ya trappy, atra apiitɔɔ oo, chale
No be today wey we come top
And ever since we came in the game son, **** nodey see top
Yeah, I made it a hot line, na mesan yɛɛ no hot song
Translation, nah I already did that on the last song
Sisiaa ɛyɛ grr to the moon, yatra wiase
They keep' on jackin the lingo and don't pay hommage, monitwease
See my family thought I was a failure
But in the trenches I'm they saviour
Put my soul in this music and my life on the line
Mekaa m'anibre asɛm it just happen to rhyme
This for all my guys behind the scenes
Trynna beat the system, BTS 2times
Ebi bɔ mpaeɛ na ebi toto gang signs
It’s Big Fleeko, da god body
Please say the wallahi shake back baby
[Verse 2]
Ha! Hard on the baseline
Forget your peace sign
We be the hotline
Ɛsumu kra we go still shine
On my peak now
Damn
Shi oh, shi oh, shi oh, shi oh
[Chorus]
All my geng espeedy ama street nayɛ shi oh
We schooling all this n****s ama street nayɛ shi oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema wo hu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy me dropi bangers ama street na yɛ shi oh
All my geng espeedy ama street nayɛ shi oh
We schooling all this n****s ama street nayɛ shi oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema wo hu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy me dropi bangers ama street na yɛ shi oh
Shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
Shi ohshi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
Ama street nayɛ shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
[Verse 3]
Nazo nazo OG ninɛ zo kuma
Nii nabasau punchlines later na kashɛ su maa
Ni na basa ankeli munabisa asangoli
Mekɔ menim na menpoli
The street is hot embusa obi
Street life
Bra bɛwhɛ we outside
Cipoli ba yɛwo downside (Nima)
Akɛchi anaa pastime
Mungyie cafe to make money
Mommy choke feel okay
Street boy bia hwehwɛ honey
All you neggas stay away
On the street ayɛ bloody
In the game we so many
Obia hwehwɛ money
They know the boy am so hungry
Tackle the game asɛ rugby
Here and there be so scary
Everyday on my knees
The life i live is so dirty
[Chorus]
All my geng espeedy ama street nayɛ shi oh
We schooling all this n****s ama street nayɛ shi oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema wo hu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy me dropi bangers ama street na yɛ shi oh
All my geng espeedy ama street nayɛ shi oh
We schooling all this n****s ama street nayɛ shi oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema wo hu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy me dropi bangers ama street na yɛ shi oh
Shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
Shi ohshi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
Ama street nayɛ shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh shi oh
[Verse 4]
Asoɔhyeɛ na medebɔɔ krɔno last night hwɛ yɛboo me dread
Mekɔ daa counterback yatuu masum yɛsanso twetwaa me dreads
Last night was a hell in a cell
Last night I was fuckingly stressed
I was down on the street with a couple gees ambition getting the bread
Hottest pass the ashawo
Mɛnɛ namɔ po ni mawo
Everyday we going brazy
Other days we going crazy road be narrow
Close to getting rich
Call me biggest fish
Making money usual put some ices on my bitch
Mommy bɛ chilli normal that's my fucking wish
Boys yɛ shi ah they sellout and some also dey switch
I be street I'm a hustler we finding money always
Big liddy nyɛ akɔlaa you know this thing a long way
[Verse 5]
Weighing my options I'm budgeting all of my trust
And my policies no dey involve
All these people who no dey connect am the plug in this game ibi we get the source
Na agya no adum nso agya no asɔ
Aboabi be ka wo na efiri wontomam
Eating offf me no we never dey click
On a smooth scale that be value for me
Funny enough we dey reign ibi we get the heat
Abe cutting ma coat to my size
Turning the tables a taste every cry
So many reap but we get the sacks
Adey get all my 50's
All of these nvggrs dey chop from ma plate
They never go put on a show for a scene
Once I dey make all my money aswear ago spend am on me
Make I show you how we dey roll
Make I show you how we dey roll
We still dey control
Fast cars go mode living life with ma bro’s
We put am on God
Make I show you how we dey roll
Make I show you how we dey roll
We still dey control
Fast cars go mode living life with ma bro’s
We put am on God
Written by: Albert Koomson, Ground Up Chale, Joe McCue, Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem, Richmond Obeng, Samuel Aboagye Jnr, Samuel Kojo Okoampah
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