Round 2 (feat. Giggs)

(Certified Bangerz) Way back when I go broke, na me Hia cash, na me hwɛ the deals on the table Bibi se me nkɔ gye cool block But I gotta think twice 'cause I got my own label (yeah) Chale, money never go be problem But ɛto dabi a, the economy no be stable (na, woo) But we stay strapped (yes), and I know my God is able (uh) When I see y'all try to compare me to these boys E dey make I feel offended like Nigga got hits on hits, got a BET, and I did it independent (ahn) My people dey criticize me But ɛba no warfront, I'm highly recommended, uh Sɛ mo hwehwɛ, no pressure (ahn), alright, the battle just ended Military mindset, let me see your lighters Been a long ride, but a nigga still sizeless Babylon vipers, still a mobɔ diapers Chale, money bag, na me de build me biceps Started off broke and I swear nobody like this Wanna see me dead, but you niggas gone die first (nah) Boys bɛ pre Sark beef (woo), but Mmrɛ no so aa na mo use ghostwriters Level up, da mo bɛ speedi no kra no na ma double up Sɛ mo te niɛ mɛ de ba, you go fall in love Ɛyaa na boys no dey try me 'cause they know what's up You know we stay litty, hustle like Diddy All day stacking up the money like 50 Gotta stay greedy 'cause a nigga need didi Ɛhyɛ wo bo sɛ cancer in the left titty Been so along in the game, this shit crazy OG, but I still wavy Sɛ mo hwɛ the couple of drinks I drop lately Ma predicti me life, me sen nigel gaisie Sɛ mo checki growth no a, it's amazing (Woo!) All the moves that I'm making, uh Just signed a new contract Bɛyɛ half a mil' if I'm not mistaken, hol' up, make I check Don't think nothing ain't funny (nah) They so fake, nigga, they scummy (yeah, yeah) My bro save with me, get money (get money) Foxes, niggas so cunning (let's go) This that Trilly Gang business first, flip that killer grime (yeah) This, that Cypress Hill, could just kill a man (hum!) And this that ice get billed, go play middleman (no) When guys get hungry (hungry), they about their dinner plans (yeah) Only the family, Tony Soprano Suited (said it), yeah, Dolce Gabbana (jheeze!) Yeah, knights of the round table, what? Coat in the armor (armor), yeah I got you in England, just hold me in Ghana, yeah Bitch better boogie that back Bitch better gimme that job, yeah I'll be the nigga that rap, house for the sniveling dogs, yeah How can I get in that bag? Cool man, I'm getting him cobbed Yeah, just finished reading my Psalms Then, made the sign of the cross Giggs that nutter, and this ain't nothing nice When Giggs say butter, just whip that butter slice Man got cut up, youths they cut up guys Giggs is flutter, make that shit that butterflies Why did they gas him? (Yeah) Drive it and crash in, silent assassin (yeah) Why would they get on his nerves? (Please) Why would they hassle him? (nah) Simon says, (what?) "I wanna slap him"