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Yɛ wo wo to sie so a wo nkyɛre tenten yɛ Wɔ da sie ase asɛ wɔ ntee yɛ Obi papa brɛ pɛɛ sika a ahonyadeɛ ɔgyee yɛ Wo papa na deɛn na ɔde ne mmerɛ yɛ Wei ne nsɛm a me dwene hoo on a daily ɛnsere hwɛ This my hustle deɛ e for pay me, me reprepare Daakye bi ama me babies, ɛfiri sɛɛ My poppy for take the blame b, me hwehwɛɛ, mu no E b my poppy wey e fail me His mates been out there hustling since the 80's So their kids can see better days Find better ways, elevate and make better pay Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad's Your Dad, Kofi Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be Ne papa sika ny3 ne sika sɛn? Wo kasa saa me tumi hu sɛ wo nyaa sika pɛn Hwɛ gee, y3 woo kwasi na okita ten Na me wɔ minus twenty nti no me da sɛn Man afor get mills, all bets are off Run on a treadmill if I stop ago fall hurt ma dog 9 to 5 with this degree I get I survive, ɛnso me, me hia pii I guess See I stress, reinvest every fee I get Firi sɛ me nso, my kiddie for go GIS I know there's a billionaire in my bloodline I'm tryna make a million here so ago set him up when he comes Sika yɛ adeɛ nyinaa but sika nyɛ adeɛ nyinaa But don't you go acting like sika nyɛ adeɛ biara Sika nti na yɛɛ brɛ Abusua, masefoɔ, kojo me mma nti na mee brɛ, na wo nso eh? Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad's Your Dad, Kofi Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad's Your Dad, Kofi Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be Feel like my father doubled the sins of his father, uh And I'm the one here shouldering all the karma, uh Yɛ count wo out a it does a lot to your spirit E fit to break you down and e fit to help build it, uh Hwɛ neɛ yabɛ duru Saito mpo nie na international school Like man dey search enough to be comfortable But the catch be say you be comfortable Wey you slip small norr then poverty this So, too much money and property list, be what we dey aim for Otabil, say if I sow seed E go grow make we blow trees, no p but Why more workers for ein branches no Dey enjoy the fruits, slowwww it seems Every rich man we idolize is either drug money Fraud money, corrupt money or god's money Nti 9 to 5 yi ara na yɛ de bɛ si villagio? E hard oh, nso me mpaaba oh Ɛnyɛ me honam na ɛyɛ mmerɛ nka me npɛ ada oh Use every hour on this path bro That be why every line, every word, every verse for be fire Every style, every guest, every step for be higher Every sec I require every cheque I desire to be set No time for regrets Man dey waya for a while to get some tins Whatever you do, abeg make you no stress your kids Pass it all down to family except your sins Make the losses into lessons so they can win Rich Dad, poor dad, which dad you born ah you go be?
Writer(s): Linford Amankwaa, Kristodea Gyan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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