X - Sarkodie ft. Joey B

Eyo Mike

Leave these crazy niggas

Don’t let them talk to you like that, forreal

Is 2 times the charm? Nope x2

Is 3 times the charm? Nope

Is 4 times the charm? Nope

Is 5 times the charm? Nigga

Is 7 times the charm? Yeah

Talk to ‘em Mike

Me I’m done with this rapping, I’m just obsessed

I can stop making music ma pile checks but mede me pen to me paper so a, it feels like sex

I guess I’m gonna be doing this till I ex

Ma packi all the shit that I heard from all of y’all

Mahyeda na menfii mo, mehyɛ Greece I had a ball, smoking the finest of Cubans and pussy, I had it all

Wofrɛ me na manpicki a, did I break the law?

Yesterday’s price is not today

The people that you meet in this life are not here to stay

So why you catching feelings like girls catching bouquet?

Leave me alone, pour me a glass of Dusse

They call me the Landlord

Ebi mo som me, excuse me I’m not God

Stop having these wild thoughts

I’m the newer version of Hov with the right sauce

Nea ɔnte ase onhyia me wɔ high court

My Brommon suit is tailor made

Anopa mehwe detox juice, I’m feeling great

Excuse me, fuck your views for heaven sake

Take the L gee, be in a queue, I’m very straight

I pick up the pieces

You better believe that

I cover my body with the blood of Jesus

Obidi dey murder a lotta features, nobody go fit compete that

You niggas are fucking a lotta ***, know what it takes to be here?

Took a lotta discipline, I went too hard on myself

I had to please the fans from all the love that I felt

Cutting all the fake energy no be good for my health

Heavyweight, good luck to who dey fight for the belt

Who the fuck is my competition? (Talk to ‘em)

Flow, swag and composition

Y'all already know when I put this shit on ignition, then it's go time

I go slash any rapper to pieces

If niggas no dey learn, who the fuck’s gon teach?

I don’t even know, all the shit is Gen Zs

Fake is the new real, not enough emcees

Hand me the microphone and the church say preach

Them all dey act bad, niggas dey act hard, see me in real life, they only go back off

Pick up the pieces, yeah that part

Too many houses, it’s only one Landlord

Money making machine

Bebia mɛkɔ bia, I’m clearly making a scene

Rocking my Versace and hop in my limousine

Flow no yɛ drug, it’s stronger than nicotine

Yɛse meyɛ rap anaa singing, I’m Ceelo Green