[Intro]
Yerr! kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta
Yeerr! kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, yeerr!

[Verse 1]
Huh! Sika dɔɔso wɔ Ghana
Still a yɛ hustle wɔ Ashaiman
Street foɔ ɛto Hosanna
Cos sakawa boys agye block no ɛdan ma
Ma ship-e me panamera just for summer
Cos aban sika die no koraa cause drama

Obi nkɔ kɔ bisa Braimah Kamoko sɛ
Nku no a ɔ use no primer
Politics, evil (yea)
They got no love for the people
Obi nse Ɔmanpanin sɛ me hia no
Sarkodie just wanna meet you

Sesei a deɛ cash no a lock-e
Na companies akɛseɛ koraa mpo ɔmo a-chock-i
Na wonhu sɛ Charterhouse koraa ɔmo a-pause-i
Me charge-e me fees a obiaa ntumi n-sort-i

The industry, is falling
Company biaa eyɛ overhauling
Shatta paa first na balling
But sesei a ɔhu bottles koraa na dodging
Me pɛ legitimate, no kuluulu
But after the privilege
To be used to the system in Ghana
Me mia mani sɛ nka memmɔ korɔno
But sɛ mennyɛ a agye sɛ Yesu

Now we just facing recession
My country is lacking progression
Sesei ah November election
I hope sɛ the people go teach you a lesson

I got love for Mahama and I’ve got love too for Nana
Yea! me respect-e leaders
Ɛba bi biaa mɛka cos Sark dɔ Ghana

[Interlude]
Yerr Kanta, kanta
Now I think we gotta switch it up
Are you ready?
Yerr…

[Verse 2]
Tie! me tɔɔ dross wɔ Kanta, salmon, agushi ne hamper
Terry me serɛ wo a bɔ mɔden a na girl na ɔkɔ ɔn-drop-e ne number
See me I’m far from a rapper
Me no me swag yɛ dapper
Obi bɛ diss-e me a na ɛnyɛ rapper ɔde GTP ntoma pam kaba
Me no me rap yɛ authentic
Jay-Z a ya mix-i with Kendrick
Nansa yi sɛ boys nni swag na sɛ ntaade no nnɔɔso a ɔmo claim-e afro-centric
Ntɔtɔfeefee wanna diss
The beat I run and push, onua wo yɛ bitch

Joo na sɛ beef na wopɛ a, get your numbers up nyɛ sa a mɛ serve-e wo fish
Smart move, ɔbɛ diss-e Obidi de a-promote-i album
Mea no me feel-i wo flow no nso ka nowerɛ wo nnwom nni kurom tesɛ Atom
Sark no go diss you for nothing
N***a already you suffering

Me n-waste-i me flow on a new beat ɛn diss-i and pay for production
N***as dey diss me for promo
Maso ayɛ hye wɔ Toronto
See, I’ll help you for free but ɛfiri nnɛ korɔ no we [will] be working pro bono

I gave you the highest retweets
Gave you some bars on the street
I know you dey aim for my spot but you think my position be cheap

Only time you sound good is when you rap on your own
Ma feature wo twice, all you dey claim say you not in your zone
Mo ankasa mo ayɛ lucky, ma sieve me flow cos I’m grown
No be say n**ga no dey rap, he no dey qualify for the throne
Me mete so, matwa me seven
Obidi mebɔ wo din a kyerɛ sɛ wobɛ kɔ Heaven
Feeling na mede rap-e no na ma boy gye me di
Nti na obiaa pɛ sɛ otu amirika tesɛ me

Yea, TM boys Omar Sterling
Yea, we go drop the crown so God willing
2040 na mentae nha adwene
Nti mɛyi mahenkyɛ na me da so afa adwene, hey!

Ɛnyɛ aduro o, e be favour
My success go turn you into hater
I got the keys, keys, keys, keys
Focus and stack in your paper

At least I gave you some mileage
Just make sure you use it
Please don’t you be disrespectful
Your fans go dey always push you to prove it

Ma big-e wo up for the summer
All I need back is a thank you!
Of course I go pass on the torch
N***a but definitely ain’t you

Ei! akoa wei ne brɔfo akɛseɛ
Fa kɔ kɔ lecture wɔ Legon
Oh! punch deɛ ɔ-punch-i
Ɛno ɛntɔ asaase gye kiosk wɔ Klagon

Yɛ a mo se Sark mpɛ beef
Yea, cos it doesn’t make sense
How can I rap to the world
Whiles you, you dey rap to your friends

Apart from sɛ SarkNation rep-i me brand no
N***a your fans be my fans
Tie, this is not a diss song
I’m just tryna give you a chance

Sesei a madane philanthropist
Giving you hype for free
I made sure I show you some love
So say you n***as go see
Nyɛ sɛ ebia Sark is scared
You just don’t match up with me
Like Ken Agyapong ne Afia Schwarzenegger
The beef no dey be!