Intro:
Yessir, 3nhaawoho menua!
The chick want me on the menu man!
E no be you , e no be your breaking man!

Verse 1
Yo! Y’ana 3y3 mo s3 3fo
Nea mey3 ne krom, y3 no set so
Wotenaa mu a, n’atu, Circle
W’ay3 ade3, bisa nnwom nsia ma wo nephew
Pounds, one hour rap sorr
Hwan na ne gut so, they acting like they ain’t heard you
Task any of the rappers, dem go turn Joyce Blessing, dem go swerve you!
But that’s not what I’m mad at
OB be the boy they used to laugh at
I put the dudes on the map and they turn they back on me
It’s alright, filthy n***az you can have that
Thick tall
I dey on the menu for the chicks all
Quite puzzling the way boys wanna break but I no be stick
The last piece of the jigsaw, that’s how your chick saw me

Chorus
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas
Verse 2:
Yeah, N***az mad cos I just made some dollars
Couple years, couple days and hours
Mo mo de3 no sa a, you try to take from ours
Money long, I got super powers
Me ne bad bitches, we be taking showers
Wo ne Gee n’atwa picture no, fuck the flowers
N***a tell me who’s your favorite rapper
Ma me list a, you gave me a bunch of cowards
Wob3kasa, hwan n’3ma wo nerve
Massa p3 baabi da na mentwe me herb
Rap, y3 k) b) no tournament anka woda reserve
Gyimi na w’agyimi no, wontumi nfa mm3fa me turf
M’as) m’akoma mu oo cos I got a long way
Afei koraa na m’abedu me thirties
Rap no meb) no raw all day
Seisei mmere koraa k)hw3 m’anya herpes
And I be feeling like, s’3nka rap ammaa, what the n***a gon’ do
)hemaa b3da h) lemme put it on you
M’ammebie kwan no anka mogyina long queue
Obidi, m’ayebi ama mo, you n***az for talk true
Give it up for OB cos he dey my favorite rappers, 247 he dey keep it real
Etuo no 3da me ho no, m’ank)t) for decoration, chaley n***a we dey shoot to kill !


Chorus:
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas
Verse 3
OB y3 far gone, up in the sky like a falcon
Can’t do shit like Gh for Afcon
This crib be someone in 4 to 5 albums
And this wristwatch dey cost my life tantrums
We get chicks that make your chick look like boy, Kojo Nkansah
You seem so concerned about me nso daa wo girl kura wo koom s3 throat cancer
It’s one life to live, I just grab my dick and tell life it’s time to blow gangster
I’ve still gotta take my time and thank atanfo kakra nkakra, memow nyansa biaatch!


Chorus:
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas
N***az be mad, n***az be jealous
N***az can’t walk a mile in my Balenciagas