VERSE 1
I swear I keep it 100
I'm allergic to the fakeness, I guess they try make a topic
If the discussion is greatness
I am!
D greatest that is never dee-bated
Hit-makers, need papers, so I no dey see haters
Man I no dey see shakers, we dey try to see Vegas
See Lakers
Spit knowledge
Free naggers, free naggers ugh!
No amount of talks go fi break us all
Break down the good that we labored for

VERSE 2
Ugh!
Me yɛ me Batema'sɛm
Man I'm still about it
No be what the say about you is how you feel about it
Is how you feel man
Its really how you feel
Bɛyɛ ɔmo nwanwa
What I go dooo without the deal
Doing this with the team, doing this with ma team
Ɛka me nkoa koraa meyɛ cos doing this is my dream
Been doing this since my teen tryna give you hits to feeds on
'Cause every super hero needs it teams on
Nti me gyina track biaa so'a
I plant a seed on it
Cut the wrist open my vein and then I bleed on it
Kumasi boy paaa i spit blɛ like he's foreign
But no laffa though, that shit is laugher-ble
My shit is on fire
I'm a dons-siah, go hard, no lie, don't try Chale your songs tire
This is the Lord fire, the second coming of Christ
Sponsored by Vor-siah
Awɔ fa wo 'cause she wrong siah
No debate
Pound for pound
I'm the best thing ever come around
Chale feel the sound chale!
VERSE 3
Yeah
And we be the only right ones left
Mr Right even though I no write one sef
Yeah I type get on the mic and left the right one there
But right when they thought they were right I let the right one stare
I'm my greatness
K-just
Took off and left my kid there
Taking it back to the old school
I'm like Trade-fair
Been lifting trophies since my may birth
Born champion, at the top and I go stay there
Dey there!

Background (let me work, please let me work!)

VERSE 4
Be thrilled since I called G Do lost hope
Meyɛ rapping vampire with the new God flow
Me keka mo mene mu
I'm the new sore throat
Young Daddy Lumba deɛ kaaaa ne me punk joeeee!
Herr!
Me nsɛi da
Joe me nsɛi da
I'm a child boy salty like koobii bɛɛma
Your girl know me but she never know me bɛɛma
Kyerɛ sɛ me bɔ no wɔ sum ase, low-key bɛɛma
Naggers know I'm the dawn like ahwomakye
Me mpanin sɛm so asɛ Otumfoɔ na soma me
M'ano ate
Chale ma nwen sɛm ne ko ma me
Me de duru stage a ɛnwom no me fans no ne to m'ame
Woho me'a asɛ you win lotto
Fake rapper gyama na ɛyɛ wo sɛ you win Kojo
Wo career na nwen ne se te sɛɛ lil win photo
Cesar style no
Gyama ebi you wey follow
Hah!
I hope you get the meaning here
Wo girl no ɛyɛ sɛ dressing room
My whole team has been in-her
I mean the home team has been in-her
And then away bus
Never let her delay us
If you call us for a show then chale you for pay us
Pray that one day the good lord will save us
If not we go make, enough money just to pay up

Hah!
After the paper my dear
Till we step into heaven like, tell Gabriel am here
My hype deɛ kweɛɛ
But when these rappers shake
Just know that the only real reason they fear is
Ko-Jo
Cue!