Lockdown (feat. AmakyeTheRapper)

It was dark down

No love found

Keep a bullet cuh this city is a rough town

Tell the gate keepers when I touch down

And it's a lock down they go hear the door slam

Open portal

I feel immortal

Was just a poor child from the backyard

Breaking news for reporters

Wey tin make water no get colour o

Number one hustler o

I need my own plate sha, I no come for jara

All my boys no dey gree so we no come for jara

You fi talk anything but make you no yarn my matter

Ah-ah

I no come for jara

I need my own plate sha, I no come for jara

All my boys no dey gree so we no come for jara

You fi talk anything but make you no yarn my matter

Ah-ah

I no come for jara

Ebe some far place wey I come come from

Nnoɔma nkitinkiti nyɛ me last stop

E no be ma own mpo magye na ɛyɛ medea

Wode meka I vex tua meka na yɛ medea

Big boys don’t take jara

Wama me emua nam ndaaso no salad

I don't settle for less

Ɛnyɛ ahomasoɔ e be say I deserve

Papa no bi ba me ho as sɛ ɛyɛ

And you know time is running out wo hwɛ aa ɛyɛ?

Don't make me feel like I'm doing too much oo

Asɛm no bi wo ho aa you don't need to listen to two sides oo

Bad boy wone me nya me twe no twan

Ɔkɛsie deɛ mɛ duru yi mentumi san?

Number one hustler o

I need my own plate sha, I no come for jara

All my boys no dey gree so we no come for jara

You fi talk anything but make you no yarn my matter

Ah-ah

I no come for jara

I need my own plate sha, I no come for jara

All my boys no dey gree so we no come for jara

You fi talk anything but make you no yarn my matter

Ah-ah

I no come for jara

Emfa wo nsa nkan me sika

Adeɛ nsa ansana yetu faan

Nea yayɛ ɛyɛ ntosuo na yɛ pɛ aa anka yam aba oo

Panin toto tesɛ me woo maame nam aa mame nam pa oo