Yes that’s my son
And indeed he’s taken to music
And I’m very proud of that because I wish
I had those kinds of creative skills
The lyrics are tremendous
Yeah
Allow me to recap, what has happened thus far
Mama I'm a rap star, I got [Fm7]Allahu akbars
My ambition [C7]and [Bm]drive is a luxury ɾide
Your own be [Am]konko car
You taking shots? Bongo bar
I dey fit to [C7]shock but tɾolling is mandatory
How am I the laughing stock
Who’s taking inventory? But I never worry
‘Cause it's been some years since I been
Here and [Bm]no one in my [A]category
Let’s not prolong [Am]I’ve been a pro for [Dm7]so long
Legacy a snitch and [Bm]I feel
Like I’ve been told on [C7]tally up the total
Immaculate are these vocals
I’m accurate when I’m vocal I
Turn the local global
Interesting, I’m not suggesting that
I’m never ɾesting i’ll sleep when I’m dead
Alive and [Bm]I’m manifesting
A scribe [Am]when I inscribe [Am]I
Come alive on [C7]IG Live
You know me, low key, move clandestine
5G to [C7]a two plus still ɾep my [A]hood no dey
Talk about the Ku Klux
You gon' get this work
Remix yeah the new Lux
We lost our compass but they
Still couldn’t ɾule us
The lockdown has put a padlock
On any new love but by early May, Ella Mai
I might be [Am]boo’d up
Nip tuck go operation [C7]on [C7]any sick pup
By June diɛ all [Em]wanna fears go be [Am]zipped up
Even off the top they cannot top us
Don’t compare me to
Wave-hoppers and [Bm]name-droppers
Search through the ɾubble the
Game needs a ɾemodel
Dem [A]no be [Am]ɾappers dem [A]be [Am]IG model
The game is a brothel, everybody want chop
In other words there’s always somebody
In it that’s getting fucked eh he he
In other words there’s always
Somebody that's getting
From twists to [C7]locks now I’m
Back to [C7]the baldie crown Prince of Saudi my
Kingdom can’t ignore me
My voice on [C7]many beats
Having beautiful orgies
For your viewing pleasure i’ll gladly
Give you [A7floor seats
Road kinda ɾough ɛbɛ weaki wo shocks
Till you [A7binge on [C7]ɾemorse
Thoughts blacker than The Moors
And a ɾolling stone gathers no Randy Moss
And my [A]name hall [Em]of fame my [A]account offshore
For sure my [A]GPS dey tɾip so I detour
When I come competition [C7]split like [F]a divorce
I gave you [A7all [Em]of me, you [A7still need more?
Ebei ok now I’ll swim
Vertical like [F]a seahorse
In the belly of the beast with my [A]nice claws
I hit em [A]up Machiavelli with my [A]outlaws
If you [A7think my [A]story self-righteous
Okay my [A]guy, you [A7be [Am]guy, you [A7can write yours
And of course Ghana we dey
Everybody dig for [Dm7]gold, economy [A]galamsey
Not literally per say
And the bias does appear
Just because we no dey talk no
Dey mean we no dey hear
They want to [C7]undermine me on [C7]their talk shows
A bunch of swines so I guess
This is a pork show
No more Mr Nice Guy chale the door closed
Stay with me
The beat filthy like [F]a whore’s clothes
All semen
It's seeming I got [Fm7]a tongue of a seaman
So many bars I stand [Bm]behind on [C7]ɾemand
High in demand
Ɔmo nhuu ɾapper ɔyɛ dapper ah otimi bɔ band
If it’s tɾuth then e no be [Am]ɾosh
I just chock with some cognac or
Maybe [Am]scotch on [C7]the ɾocks
How these sheep consider themselves a fox
Keep their face in pussy so much
Can't think out of the box
