[Intro: Sarkodie]
Certified bangers
Yeah, hun

[Verse 1: Sarkodie]
You know i'm running out of patience
Still aa no metwɛn the n***a who go make I panic
Cause it feels like a vacation
Ma me nsendi mo location
Sɛ mo nnim me fie, you don't need and invitation
We having a conversation
Sɛ ɛba no fanbase you ain't fuckin' with the Nation (No)
Tell me why you n***as all be hatin'
I'm on a paper chasin'
The first n***a to do it
I'm so swift I dodged all the bullets
Bese no yɛ den a we use force to chew it
This no be luck, from day one knew it
The return of the Godfather, the boss rapper
Hɛ hu me a they all scatter
Me wu a you all suffer
Cause me na mekyerɛ mo how your delivery go fall prpper
You are now rocking with the realest mafucker
I been rapping for a minute
So I'm used to all the sabotage
Man that shit is camoflage
Decade in the game I made a lot of cash
But I need more cause you no be blow money fast
N***as wanna tap into the blessin'
Time is gonna reveal all the truth I ain't stressin'
I'm the best to ever do it
This is not even a question
They don't wanna see me great
And that be the impression adey get from all these softass rappers
You dealing with some top class shottas
Amature boys, that be why your punchline suffers
Ma ɔmo aso nte sɛ ɔmo yɛ me top five wackers
I'm the realest in the game and cap
Sɛ me wu na me ko ba a I be the same old cat
Ebi you n***as dey push the game go back
Yɛse rap is for the kids but it ain't no fact
Cause even when I grow be when I made more stacks
How many rappers dey perform wey they take more cash
Wo de keep key no we go break door lock
From Kumasi VIP we dey take tour bus
They want me to chill like they got me on ice
Ɔse BET nti me cheat cause I carry all night
Sɛ m'anwini award a then I prolly don't like
Cause lemme be honest my n***a we alright
A hundred thousand on a video clip
Only because I be on my CEO shit
No discount, n***a gotta feed the whole clique
Sɛ mo ha m'adwene a then I take a road trip
I'm on my hustle like a stripper on a pole
Wo pɛ wo girl noa gotta keep her on the low
I'm a legend hommie if you wanna know
At this level I'm only rapping to keep you on your toe
You only got a crib cause your ass got signed
I be self-made everything is all mine
A n***a stay broke when a nigaa don't grind
Wonyɛɛ real nti mɛfrɛ me n***a keep it online
Wo nya nduru me level n***a take a chill pill, cut the bullshit
Y'all already know the real deal
Sekan, ano awu koraa eh go still kill
Mo bars waterpistol wobɛti pew pew
Sɛ mo bars lose form a I be the only weight gainer
Punchline 55 feet container
I guess you gotta diss cos you need a sustainer
Men I got this shit together like a fuking waist trainer
Menni time and I gotta keep focused
I'm a beast only real n***as notice
Chale the fans still dey fuck with the n***a
Over seventeen years lifetime hypnosis, huh what else
[Verse 2: E-40]
Tribulations are trials
And trials are tribulations
Rumbles will build in the day so have patience
Underprivileged I went through financial hardships
Then I started catching praise like I catch a snake
All A's when I get a report card
The first one to tellyou go home or go hard
Never in the sucker shit
Always been a fixer and a factor and a boss
Never cross game, double cross
Never lose momentum, get off
Protect yourself at all cost
These suckers is jealous [?]
And make you throw it all away in one day that's why I pray
Born and raised in the [?] gotta pack a [?]
Gotta be alert and aware to [?]
If the situation real was having as me as getting at it
Flippin' the [?] like acrobatics
Money over bitches, money over bitches
Never tell them bitches any of your business
Every day is Christmas, everyday is Christmas
Put it in a shopping cart, fuck a wishlist
I do whatever I want, -ever I want
I ain't a punk, I ain't a punk
Put a eighth in a blunt, eighth in a blunt
I stay drunk, I stay drunk
Life to the fullest, livin' life to the fullest
The homie touched down just pulled ten bullets
If you ever met him you would say that he the coolest
If you ever play him you gone cough up hella mucus
Twenty inch arm, put hands on a hater
When he came home he was hittin' on some papers
[?] inform, never been a traitor
It's the new norm, [?] shoot you, fuck a taser