BELIEVE (Intro) Lyrics By Medikal
Afutuo biaa nkyɛn gye kakraa hyɛ woho
Sɛdeɛ meti bom no wɔmpɛ masɛm a ɛnfa meho
Time a na menni bi na me Nyame pɛ na ɛka meho
Ɔnoa na ɛsetti alarm ɔnoa ne ɛse time aso
Mede letter bɔɔ me tiri wie mese onhunu me biom
Firi sɛ na mabrɛ Joe boy na ɛwɔ sɛ me dom
Mekɔ faa Kasoa car wɔ Sowotuom
Ɛnfa ama me nso a ɛnoa nono wɔmo nte menka biom
At age 16 I was suicidal
Married to the streets shower no yɛ bridal
Nanso na menim sɛ dabi dabi ɛbɛ picki
Prepaid sa yɛde illegal switche
You know my name but you don't know my story
Chop your house matter make I chop my glory
Adenta market yeguu me hancuff
Mene Genesis yɛse yewia laptop
Ɛnyɛ Yesu adom a anka medaso dam
Anka hwana na ɛbɛbɔ nnwom ama moakeka mu
If you no dey like me fuck you
I say if you no dey like me fuck you too my ****
Used to sleep on porch
Now we dey cruise in a Porche
Sign of the cross when I'm losing my thoughts
The return of mic with the screws and the knots
They say I'm so clean like laundry
It's a new born king with the pump tree
Crossing borders and countries
Private jet when I land please
If I fuck your girl you should be grateful
**** wanna fool me I was born in April
I stick to the paper like a staple
I'm the table what you bringing to the table
I need new haters the old ones start dey like me
E no be that deep
I'm on a rap spree
Give me the mic please
Give me the lights please
Somebody say "cheese"
Attention, y'all still attentive
The fake version of Medikal is expensive
Tension, when I'm in a building
They all start tripping like it be excursion
Had to bite the piece of an apple just to keep macintosh
Mark Zukerbeg was busy on Facebook spying on us
I mean, so many **** wanna fuck with us
Keep in touch and ball with us in higher heights like Peter Crouch
I'm just saying there are **** who rap
**** who really rap
**** who wanna rap and there's Medikal
Listen, there are **** who cap
Nansei koraa ɛkyɛ koraa mentaa nhyɛ I drop sick bars when it's clinical
Apicki oo
Apicki, apicki, apicki, apicki
Abitchi oo
Abitchi, abitchi, abitchi, abitchi
Wa snitche oo
Wa snitche, wa snitche, a snitche, a snitche
Nanso apicki oo
Apicki, apicki, apicki, apicki
I'm a man of my words
Meyɛ book anka dictionary
And I'm fucking on top
Ɛyɛ sex anka missionary
Master in the game, na sɛ modaso gugu tertiary
Put your face on wall with a caption, that's an obituary
**** fuck that
I talk real shit, I don't do rap
Most of my lines go over your head like a durag
The pull my shoulders down and claim they got my back like a school bag
That's why I hit em up Tupac back
No WhatsApp but I still deliver that's a fun fact
Reigning on my passage getting messages like Antrac
Katom na fa no ten I never go damu again
Beat no bɔ woa bɔ no bi na kɔ file for self defense
Pastor no nam ashawo line he wan make I repent
Angel Gabriel for descend, Yesu Kristo ma me pen
Me bɛ twerɔ names of talkatives na woa ma me Benz
We are savng lives like CPR
Toppa top
Apicki oo
Apicki, apicki, apicki, apicki
Abitchi oo
Abitchi, abitchi, abitchi, abitchi
Wa snitche oo
Wa snitche, wa snitche, a snitche, a snitche
Nanso apicki oo
Apicki, apicki, apicki, apicki
