8pm in Tema - Kwesi Arthur

Verses of harmony them for play this for church

I told them meyɛ dihyeɛ but nobody see ma worth

They think I don’t deserve it but I no come to impress

Had to work work night and days for this to work

Be like they no wan' understand me

Me bout' to win souls what’s a Grammy

They thought I’ll never get ahead until they got behind me

Masa I no dey want you beef if u can’t treat ma family

Apuu!

Trying to turn rags to riches

Wei yɛ asikyire nsuo ne tea bread flow, fuck being pretentious

Two cedis and a dream, fools you were deamed

Eyi foɔ no nyɛ me portion but damn me meyɛ gem

I told Abil we go win, wode twɛn bro

Mekae nyiɛma wode yɛɛyɛ m’ani taa nsuo

Atirimuodenɔbɔɔ nyinaa yɛbɛyɛ nu tenfold

Yɛbɛ ni wo all the places where they can’t go

Stupid boys from the streets here in

Tema wiase nyinaa ra go hear ma voice

Wonka nyansasɛm mane meserɛ wo ɛnha me with stupid noise

Had to tell this fools, stop, that be when they get the point

If you cross the line mede Nyame gyawu you’ve made your choice

I keep ma poise

Never give them the cold shoulder

Pray for enemies borla car wey go run them over

Mek’asɛ mɛyɛ the hottest on the planet no mo agye andi

Marki wei nso next year we go pull up in a rover

It’s over, no more pretending, no more pretending

How you go cross over all the bridges you’re burning

Mene mango dwea sɛ me ne ne perming

Nea mofrɛ no loss no me me frɛ no learning

Faith in ma palms reality be have to face

And, raising ma arms book of Psalms keep the faith

And menhia mu verification to keep me safe

This go be the introduction if Yehowa makes a tape…

None of you be safe

Feeding on rappers I’m getting out of shape

Ghetto hero I for get myself a cape

S.E.

me wuaa mun mu nieɛma fo ma wake

Man fuck these neggas all you don’t wanna get involved

Kill’em all we gon show them no remorse

Ground up to the tippy tippy top

Ground up to the tippy tippy op