ALI 2.0 (Intro)
Class 4 na mekyrew me first rhyme
Little black kidd trynna be the best guy
Putting in the effort trynna be the best ai, Everybody tell a hater wo ho fi
D3 pig sty
I been lazy in the past, not about it this time, know a lotta people
Wob3ka d3 this guy
M'anda andwen d3 ob3 dane this type, I been workin' on my life
Get your own fixed ai
Everytime I spit a 16 spit it sick
I flow wavy than the sea y'all be spittin' it blind
I get mean with the flows ain't nobody my kind y'all watch
While I do it coz you know
It's my time
Ame me wo sick vibes, Darko b3ka this guy!
Y'all can never find a nigga like me on this
Side, how the hell you think Ohene got Reggie to Co-sign
I been killing all these beats
Trynna cop a ghost ai
S3 meka d3 I'm the best, I ain't trynna boast ai, you can keep your friendship
Mewo me boat ai, teacher Kojo here go and grab a note ai
All these other rapping guys
Them dey waste your time
Make somebody tell Obidi, you for hear this new guy
Taking charge of my life, I can't let
My dreams die
Ka nokwar wee mpo ntum nny3 wo this high, I ain't even trynna diss you
I let the shit slide
Have you thinking it's a fist fight, how I spit fire
I finesse it with the groove like a fellow
Groove phi, have your girl on my clutch
Treat it like a chew toy, she ain't no Rihanna still
I'll be her rude boy
I been searching for the peace of mind with a piece of mine
More deliveries than a pizza
Man it beats my mind, trynna vacay in Ibiza man
S3 wobisa'm aa, catching flights, don't
Need a visa man, you a geezer man, Like!
How you finna go and judge me off a single L
I don't even understand how you boys
Don't get it
I remember preaching in the hood
And trynna be like niggas smoking on the reggie
And they rock stones with it
Momma call me on the phone, she just don't get it
Daddy trynna tell me little boy go
Quit it, they don't know I hit a home run
I went pro with it, It ain't all about the money
Still I'm gonna go get it
Can't stop, won't stop, My time, my clock
Taken too much shit, it's time unclog
With this EP that I'm bout to drop
Imma tell it to they face, I'm the cream of the crop
They be staring different kinds of crazy
Lotta them be steady trynna faze me
The music industry a hoe but still I'll drop the tape and let them know its
F U, PAY ME
Little black kidd trynna be the best guy
Putting in the effort trynna be the best ai, Everybody tell a hater wo ho fi
D3 pig sty
I been lazy in the past, not about it this time, know a lotta people
Wob3ka d3 this guy
M'anda andwen d3 ob3 dane this type, I been workin' on my life
Get your own fixed ai
Everytime I spit a 16 spit it sick
I flow wavy than the sea y'all be spittin' it blind
I get mean with the flows ain't nobody my kind y'all watch
While I do it coz you know
It's my time
Ame me wo sick vibes, Darko b3ka this guy!
Y'all can never find a nigga like me on this
Side, how the hell you think Ohene got Reggie to Co-sign
I been killing all these beats
Trynna cop a ghost ai
S3 meka d3 I'm the best, I ain't trynna boast ai, you can keep your friendship
Mewo me boat ai, teacher Kojo here go and grab a note ai
All these other rapping guys
Them dey waste your time
Make somebody tell Obidi, you for hear this new guy
Taking charge of my life, I can't let
My dreams die
Ka nokwar wee mpo ntum nny3 wo this high, I ain't even trynna diss you
I let the shit slide
Have you thinking it's a fist fight, how I spit fire
I finesse it with the groove like a fellow
Groove phi, have your girl on my clutch
Treat it like a chew toy, she ain't no Rihanna still
I'll be her rude boy
I been searching for the peace of mind with a piece of mine
More deliveries than a pizza
Man it beats my mind, trynna vacay in Ibiza man
S3 wobisa'm aa, catching flights, don't
Need a visa man, you a geezer man, Like!
How you finna go and judge me off a single L
I don't even understand how you boys
Don't get it
I remember preaching in the hood
And trynna be like niggas smoking on the reggie
And they rock stones with it
Momma call me on the phone, she just don't get it
Daddy trynna tell me little boy go
Quit it, they don't know I hit a home run
I went pro with it, It ain't all about the money
Still I'm gonna go get it
Can't stop, won't stop, My time, my clock
Taken too much shit, it's time unclog
With this EP that I'm bout to drop
Imma tell it to they face, I'm the cream of the crop
They be staring different kinds of crazy
Lotta them be steady trynna faze me
The music industry a hoe but still I'll drop the tape and let them know its
F U, PAY ME
Credits
Writer(s): Jephthah Osei - Mensah
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