We been on the road, its been a long time coming, waguan maafuckers?
Twitta enemies, ɛnnɛ mo ɛddi? Mo nkɔtɔ koko, mo nbɛgyi cream crackers
You know I got the keys to the city, yɛn pɛ nkolaa, we dealing with top shattas
Worldwide, list na wo hwihwɛ no, sɛ me din nka ho deɛ a, ebe top wack rappers
Spent hundred thousand on the bezel
Kɔpɛ baabi tena, mo nnyɛ me level
Wo te social media na wo bɔ bass, but yɛ kyi wo Sakumono trafic a, na wo bɔ treble
Ain't nobody taking my position
Mama told me not to worry, 'cos she had a vision
Obiaa ntumi nquechi me fire am on a mission
You go trust if you know what I been cooking in the kitchen ah
Who da man, who da man, who da man, da the man, da the man, who da man
Yɛni time for competition 'cos we now we got the money comin' in a bullivan
This is to the haters, y'all nigga's running for cover 'cos you know we about to shoot a man
Who da man, who da man, who da man, da the man, who da man, who da man
Real enough
Ain't nobody real enough
I can see the hate when I'm pulling up
So what happen to the love? (wow)
Enemies man...
Got a lot of enemies
Me kae sɛ mrɛ a, mehyɛ ase they be telling me
You never make it, but am chilling sipping hennessy
They can't control my energy
Wan na keyerɛ how to keep local, but we still got it popping international
Yɛ mo sɛ me nhyɛ da, but I swear God everything I do is very rational
Charlie they been sleeping on a n***a for so long but tell me who's popping now
Hwɛ, rap ɛyɛ play station a, nka m'ɛfa Kotoko, wopɛ koraa kɔfa Arsenal
Ok, take it back to where it started
Charlie people even thought I was f*****g retarded
But Tema people supported
Site One ghetto, ebe there me then Possigee we started recording
I never take you for granted
Charlie the vhim way I take come the industry I no go lose am 'cos I want am Now lemme keep it a hundred
Sɛ me ka kyerɛ mo sɛ, nyɛ m'afɛ ne me a make you no bore, am being honest
Who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man
Yɛni time for competition 'cos we now we got the money comin' in a bullivan
This is to the haters, y'all nigga's running for cover 'cos you know we about to shoot a man
Who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man, who da man
Done with all the talking, left the comment, capo wo wɔ nyansa kɔkɔ twirɛ book
They still no barb sɛ me defy the odds no, wey poverty be old news
Kyewa ass niggas, agye mo ankɔte biribibɔne bi besi biara e know you
How na we dey struggle, ɛnnɛ m'ayɛ yie a, ebi sɛ m'ayɛ duro, fire burn you
Nfa me ntoto people who dey lie in demma lirics
Neɛ mo pɛ sɛ mo yɛ no, I did it
Masa me no I'm too focused stacking up the digits
Never say die, nothing gofi kill my spirit
Fuck that
No more being humble. Fuck that
Ghetto preacher. Fuck rap
I'm the truth. Charlie aka sɛ mayi shanton. Them all go figa say park back
Keep your respect, 'cos I don't need it
Through your eyes I see the jealousy
Kwesi Arthur's like the whole Jesus
Mo a mo doubt me, I dey wait apology. What you mean?
Mo yɛ goat a, I be Alidu
Yi ataadeɛ na ɛhyɛ wo no fa sɛ fom when you see say the clay is coming through
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Didadeeee
