News At 7 Lyrics by Joey B
You sleeping on the boy bisa me sɛ aden w’ada?
Me ka nyansasɛm, wo bisa me sɛ adɛn w’afa?
Wo hwɛ m’asɛm mu saa adɛn masa?
Yeah
Menni anidasuo koraa me nkɔ ware abrewa da
Life is easy, Mr Eazi mpɛ aserewaba
I checked the time and it’s my time
Hennessy flow, I checked the wine, and it’s my vine (Abɔ sɛn?)
Tontontii, four fourteen, me nnum nsa nso merefa adwen
Bu bra
These niggas is stout, I’m 6’5 inch
These kinda things dey make Ayisi shout “Can I live?”
Okay I (Where we at with it?)
Mastered the art of fighting tigers and cobras
Math hoffas’
Pod cast niggas I own ’em
Stomping with my Timberlands sɛ mo diɛ mo hyɛ loafers
Your fit bias
Monhwɛ na mo ankɔ STI’s, ya dick riders
I’m so surprised when empty guys are disguised as, numero unos’
Thru Christ Messiah’s I mean
W’atɛ too much ɛyɛ a bra abɔnten
In the cut like tapers
More favours, land deals like “more acres”
More haters
A bunch of stories ɛyɛ moralless
Ɛyɛ a me feeli sorry sɛ
Monhunu sɛ ne yɛ gold to the foreigners
If niggas took a solid test? I’ll wait
News flash their DNA’s would not result in us
I’m more of a, creme dela creme, you cannot morph into us
Whenever I step on the scene, it’s a holocaust
Yeah
