X Lyrics

X Lyrics by SARKODIE

Me am done with this rapping I’m just obsessed

I can stop making music ma pile checks

But me de pen to me paper soaaa it feel like sex

I guess I’m gonna be doing this till I x

Ma parki all the shit that heard from a lot y’all

Me hy3 da na menfii mehy3 Greece I had a ball

Smoking the finest of Cubans and pussy I had it all

Wo fr3 me na man picki aa did I break a law ? Naa

Yesterday’s price it not today

The people that you meet in this life are not here to stay

So why you be catching feeling like girls catching bouquet

Leave me alone pour me a glass of dusse

They call me the landlord

Ebi Mo som me excuse me I’m not God

Stop having these wild thoughts

Am the newer version of hov with the right sauce

Nea onte ase3 onhyia me wo high court

My Brommon suit is tailor made

Anopa mawhe detox juice I’m feeling great

Excuse me fuck your views for heaven sake

Take the L G be in you queue I’m very straight

I pick up the pieces you better believe that

I cover my body with blood of Jesus anywhere that we at

Obidi de body a lot of features nobody go fit compete that

You niggas are fucking a lot of keittas know what it takes to be here

Took a lot of discipline went too hard on myself

I had to please the my fans from to love that I felt

Cutting all the fake energy no be good for my health

Heavy weight good luck to who de fight for the belt

Who the fuck is my competition

Flow swag and composition

Y’all ready know when I put the shot on ignition

Then it’s go time I go slash any rapper to pieces

If niggas no dey learn who the fuck’s gonna teach?

I dont even know, all that shit is gen z’s

Fake is the new real, not enough emcees

Hand me the microphone and the church say “preach”

Allahu akbar

Niggas dey act hard

See me in real life, you only go back off

Pick up the pieces yeah, that part

Too many houses, only one landlord

Money making machine

Babiaa m3 ko biaa I’m clearly making a scene

Rocking my Versace and hop in ma limousine

Flow no y3 drug it’s stronger than nicotine

Y3 se mey3 rap anaa singing I’m ceelo Green

S3 me hu sikaa am not blinking am going In

Mey3 fasting am growing lean

Ogee but I be rapping like 17

Crowd no nkoto I’m throwing shots

Bosome bills no Monte so I’m paying tax

All you Niggas repeating the same tracks

Wonim s3 you don’t wanna argue cos I’m saying facts

I walk in like am a thief in the night

Wonim s3 y3n y3 baa we de put the heat on the mic

Mo te ha Mo dwen me ho no am asleep on the flight

Every single thing I wanna achieve in my life

Me I got it d3n na mep3 the street or the hype

Corny ass niggas I don’t believe in your type

Keep on releasing the bribe

Only shallow mind niggas you go fit squeeze in the pipe

Omo poke me just to get me to talk

Weak ass jokes you de expect me to clock

Waka masem aky3 na s3 menfii woaa na kyer3 s3 menbuwo koraa

you don’t even deserve to be blocked

Follow me na like me pictures na kom dewo

Me be twa cigar na toso koraa ma wo yem ahyewo

Otan no yi pie 3b3 hy3 wo mu mana rewo

Obidi b3 kasa womma n fewo

Sarkodie wo time aso metee y3 96

Industry nakyia and that’s what I’m trying to fix

Monka nokwor3 me story na ma Mo clicks

Menim s3 monni suban no nti na megyaa Mo ticks

If niggas no dey learn who the fuck’s gonna teach?

I dont even know, all that shit is gen z’s

Fake is the new real, not enough emcees

Hand me the microphone and the church say “preach”

Allahu akbar

Niggas dey act hard

See me in real life, you only go back off

Pick up the pieces yeah, that part

Too many houses, only one landlord