Rollies and Cigars Lyrics

Rollies and Cigars Lyrics by SARKODIE

(This be KaySo from Tema)
Yeah, no pressure, nah
Yeah, uh

Came a long way, time a na nigga dey talk 
"Foriwaa" on the record
Took a long break, you people bore but 
I said I'll be back in a second, yeah

Obi'n se Kofi Taylor sɛ ne gyimie no ɛka sɛn
This time yɛ'a charge sɛ dzata mo n'forgetti Ghacem, on God
24/7 we put in the work overtime but we try to keep down on the low
Uncountable records I leave on the streams
Me ho n'pre me to get back on the road
You fit skip all the moments in music
Sarkodie story diɛr it got to be told

The only nigga to show you the way
Over a decade but still I be cold
All of you rappers are lacking the key
Nisa sɛ how I dey do this for long
Ten years, every time it be me, everyone else is just tagging along
Me ka me maame, m'akoma yɛ free
Nea mo ka fa me ho me te no tons

I be the definition of a G
Mo ka m'asem me te Pozo we prawns
Wo feeli, this shit is just cup of tea to me
I go fi' handle it easily, I go just hand over peacefully
Mo m'brɛ mo ho ase na mo gyimi
Me pause kra mo n'tumi
Me fans no sɛ me ma heat omo bɛ multiply, omo ayɛ se tugyimi
Uh

Used to hustle on the corner, na me shɛ aka-me-last
Now I do what I wanna, n'fa wo sa n'ka me gas
Wo te dem twɛn manna, oh saa Bra Charles?
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars
Only Rollies and cigars, only Rollies and cigars
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars
Only Rollies and cigars, only Rollies and cigars
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars

I'm on the road to perfection 
I drop all these classics and move to the next
And I'm still at the top got you niggas all vexing
Don't call me the best, point of correction there's no competition
This is not election, obia n'yɛ me size that is out of the question
Fuck all these rappers they mad 'cause I'm flexing

All that they need, Jesus' love and affection
They pray for attention but woah
They want me to stop 'cause the more that 
I rap I just make it so hard for them
Tell 'em the realest is back so shut up
Nobody should fuck with him

Ɛyaa mo'n compare me to Pac and 'em
M'nkoa me rap na'fri akumamu
Just for the record...
Sɛ mo wɔ time I can go all the way
40 verses I record in a day
SarkNation sorry for the delay
Lunch time, me serve mo buffet

Stay fresh, can't fuck with the drip
Say less, very soon I go flip
Twe wo ho eh, sɛ wo fi sɛ I go dip
Bad B, just sharp in the whip
Man I remember when I just dey come up
Brother dey write verses till the sun up
Sɛ wo mame battle so, me kum no kama
When you dey pray make you pray for my mama
Sesia no me voice yɛ equity

My kiddy got fi' dey take loan
People dey pay for the 'Ha!'
Ebi mo de yɛ omo ringtone
Street boy from the ground up
Y'anya no easy, we dey break bone
Me checki mo payslip, me tax kra yɛ mo take home

Used to hustle on the corner, na me shɛ aka-me-last
Now I do what I wanna, n'fa wo sa n'ka me gas
Wo te dem twɛn manna, oh saa Bra Charles?
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars
Only Rollies and cigars, only Rollies and cigars
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars
Only Rollies and cigars, only Rollies and cigars
Sesia no fake friends, only Rollies and cigars