Who Da Man

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 nigga 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 fucking 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