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DatBeatGod Fuck, I came in with some thick tall brothers Killers wey fit make your dick soft Yɛamba ha for selfie, we came to bury all these hip-hop rappers All you niggas start dey bitch off Moaka mo ano lipgloss na moadane TikTok rappers Piss on, you niggas dey switch on Tworɔ banger no, mote studio recompare mo wristwatch I just hope say this punch go hit more rappers make dem sit up This is not a diss song, honest, I just wanna see the game change Moasa saa no, mo sanso pɛ sele when I list top rappers Nigerians start dey pave way, featuring some big names Mote ha na beef sɔɔn, adɛn? Same aim, but we still dey sit on talents Jay Gym, record them and fix more rappers 'Ka no plain-plain, industry be shit, fuck manners I'm just tryna raise the bar high Most of these rappers, all dem they chase be star life Daa ɔmo keka foo on your page to start hype Mopɛ easy way you no want to face the dark side The pain and hard grind to shape your mind right Came to bury to you and put the face in the archives Trained and ready, I got my aim on parasites Takin' a bullet, forget it be how you were made to die So stay wake and pray, Jay, you go change my mind You cant break my main grace, was made to fight The game face while y'all lames dey wait for Christ A great day to talk plain and say my mind Never delay replies, that is a waste of time Put on my hate and rhymes, why every day I ride Capitate the flies, cage them and break their hinds Germinate with time, patient, dey wait my shine Afe wei, my guy, rage I dey take preside Woba m'anim a si wo tiri ase na aka mo hɔ Madroppe gya ama rappers adwane de agya ne hɔ Ntɛm paa ara sei repa m'akyɛw Kanea no tɔ me so a na mobɛhu me gyinasoɔ Herh, saa da no na boys pii bɛka nokware Sɛ me ne pabene, Rap Hene no nie Kwaeɛ mu na medidie, esum ba a na me pie Undertaker, maforo owuo atwedeɛ ato sɛsɛ Adwene a ɛda me tirim' nni asekyerɛ Kwashiorkor rappers, ɛkɔm mma sɛ abebeɛ Monni nea mobedi nti no, morepre ahwedeɛ Fear me, 'cause I'm dead-walkin' I feast with the dead, I mean, I'm feeding the gram I could cut the keys and niggas wanna grab, but they can't have it These rappers are dead-nappin' I dey here dey set targets, tryna bag commas I just keep my head up and my knees in the padlock pair locked If you readin' the catalogue, then understand I'm the best bet, I'm the rap god, I'm a treat to the best rapper I'm the next, no be clear, you fit check, rapper Back when I was last, I used to dream of the fast life Limousine, Louboutins, leather seats and a perf hard And now I see, y'all be silicon trees, no dey last long Just keepin' my head strong, tryna get dollars Can't stop me, I'm blazin', I'm red hot, I'm amazin' They can't block me or break me with ten cuffs and Hancock Head shot them and jail 'em Just stand back and sing praises to big pop in the makin' Your best rapper be shaky Don't even know how to rap tough, why you be ladies? Mic no tua mo ano sɛ Fan Pops, shun dey disgrace me Ɛmmom, rappers no bi ayɛ adeɛ, wɔn amia wɔn ani awie nursery Nti mongye, mabrɛ mo lunch box Gye starte KG, fuckin' baby rapper It's the rap god
Writer(s): Boateng Osei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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