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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ground Up Chale
Ground Up Chale
Performer
Bigg Homie Flee
Bigg Homie Flee
Performer
LALID
LALID
Performer
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ground Up Chale
Ground Up Chale
Songwriter
Joe McCue
Joe McCue
Songwriter
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Osagyefo Kimati Owusu-Akyem
Songwriter
Albert Koomson
Albert Koomson
Songwriter
Richmond Obeng
Richmond Obeng
Songwriter
Samuel Kojo Okoampah
Samuel Kojo Okoampah
Songwriter
Samuel Aboagye Jnr
Samuel Aboagye Jnr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nixie Official
Nixie Official
Engineer
Jester Beats
Jester Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Hwɛ, ya trapi atra pito oh Chale, no be today wey we come top, hmm And ever since we've been in the game Son, niggas no dey see top Yeah, I made it a hot line Ɛna me saa yɛɛ ne hot song, translation- Nah, I already did that on the last song Sisiara ɛyɛ "Grrr! to the moon", ya tra ewiase They keep on jacking the lingo, won't pay homage Mo ni twa- See, my family thought I was a failure But in the trenches, I'm a saviour Put my soul on this music and my life on the line Meka m'ani brɛ asɛm oh, it just happen to rhyme This for all my guys behind the scenes tryna beat the system B.T.S. two times Ebi bɔ mpaeɛ na ebi toto gang signs It's Bigg Fleeko Da (g)OD body Please say the "Wallahi shake back baby" (Grrr! Paw! Paw! Paw!) Wow! Hard on the baseline Forget your peace sign We be the hotline Esum kraa, we go still shine On my peak now Damn Hye oh, hye oh Hye oh, hye oh All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh Hye oh, hye oh Hye oh, hye oh Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh Ama street na yɛ hye oh (QV) Hye oh Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh Nazo, nazo, OG Ni nɛ zo kuma Ni na basu punch lines Later na kashɛ su maa Ni na basu ankeli Muna bisa asangoli Mekɔ ma nim na menpoli The street is hot, ɛmmisa obi Street life Bra bɛhwɛ, we outside Cipoli baa, yɛwɔ downside (Nima) Akɛche anaa pastime Mongyae café to make money Mommy chocki, feel okay Street boy biara hwehwɛ honey All you niggas stay away On the street, ayɛ bloddy In the game, we so many Obiara hwehwɛ money They know the boy, I'm so hungry Tackle the game asɛ rugby Here and there be so scary Everyday I'm on my knees The life I live is so dirty All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh Hye oh, hye oh Hye oh, hye oh Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh Ama street na yɛ hye oh Hye oh Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh Asoɔhyeɛ na mede bɔɔ korɔno last night, hwɛ, yɛ boo me dread Mekɔ daa counterback, yɛ tuu m'asom, yɛ saa nso twe twaa me dreads Last night was a hell in a cell Last night, I was fuckingly stressed I was down on the street with a couple of Gs Ambition, getting the bread We hottest pass the ashawo Mɛnɛ namɔ po ne mawo Everyday we going brazy Other days, going crazy The road is narrow Close to gettin' rich Call me Biggest Fish Making money usual Put some ices on my bitch Mommy bɛchilli normal That's my fucking wish Boys yɛ hye ah, they sellout Some also dey switch I be street, I'm a hustler We finding money always Big Liddy nyɛ akwadaa You know this thing a long way Weighing my options, I'm budgeting all of my trust (Gang) And my policies no dey involve (Gang) All these people who no dey connect, I'm the plug In this game, ebe we get the sauce Na agya no adum, nso agya no asɔ Aboa bi bɛka woa, na efiri wo ntoma mu Eating off me, no, we never dey click On a smooth scale that be value for me Funny enough we dey reign, ebe we get the heat I be cutting my coat to my size Turning the tables, I taste every cry So many reap but we get the sacks I dey get all my 50s All of these niggas dey chop from my plate They never go put on a show for a scene Once I dey make all my money, I swear I go spend am on me Make I show you how we dey roll Make I show you how we dey roll We still dey control Fast cars, go mode Living life with my bros We put am on God Make I show you how we dey roll Make I show you how we dey roll We still dey control Fast cars, go mode Living life with my bros We put am on God
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