Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ohene Parker
Vocals
Questo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Amoah Nyarko
Songwriter
Eric Kweku Buabeng Yankey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TORO
Producer
Lirik
Jey my slippers we dey holy ground
Yeah
I still walk through the valley of death I see no, I fear no
I still talk my shit and preach my people, my people
Look at me and say what you see
I'm spider-boy I don't got no equal
Kind tin no fi get no sequel
Eyy, Up!
Straight up and up and up (Straight)
Straight up and up and up (Straight)
We living high and I feel like I got feathers (Fuck)
Feel like I got feathers
Outta the street with the boy
And she talking about fucking up (Shit)
Specking her life with her (Fly)
Brown baby wanna speak in vernacular
Speak in vernacular
Eyy, I don't hide shit from the crew
Swear to God we keeping it real
Positive vim when we fucking moving
Swear we be learning when we losing
Tiee haah sɛ move no ba aa then we cash out
Mmaa no frɛ aa then we dash out
Yɛgyna abonten aa no bi kasa
Toffee no to mu aa then we pass out
I still walk through the valley of death I see no, I fear no
I still talk my shit and preach my people, my people
Look at me and say what you see
I'm spider-boy I don't got no equal
Kind tin no fi get no sequel
Eyy, Up!
Straight up and up and up (Straight)
Straight up and up and up (Straight)
We living high and I feel like I got feathers (Fuck)
Feel like I got feathers
Outta the street with a boy and she talking about fucking up (Shit)
Specking her life with her (Fly)
Brown baby wanna speak in vernacular
Speak in vernacular
Written by: Eric Kweku Buabeng Yankey, Jake Amoah Nyarko
