[Lyrics] Sarkodie – Round 2 ft Giggs Lyrics

Way back when I go broke, na me
Hia cash, na me hwɛ the deals on the table
Bibi se me nkɔ gye cool block
But I gotta think twice ’cause I got my own label (yeah)
Chale, money never go be problem
But ɛto dabi a, the economy no be stable (na, woo)
But we stay strapped (yes), and I know my God is able (uh)
When I see y’all try to compare me to these boys
E dey make I feel offended like
Nigga got hits on hits, got a BET, and I did it independent (ahn)
My people dey criticize me
But ɛba no warfront, I’m highly recommended, uh
Sɛ mo hwehwɛ, no pressure (ahn), alright, the battle just ended
Military mindset, let me see your lighters
Been a long ride, but a nigga still sizeless
Babylon vipers, still a mobɔ diapers
Chale, money bag, na me de build me biceps
Started off broke and I swear nobody like this
Wanna see me dead, but you niggas gone die first (nah)
Boys bɛ pre Sark beef (woo), but
Mmrɛ no so aa na mo use ghostwriters
Level up, da mo bɛ speedi no kra no na ma double up
Sɛ mo te niɛ mɛ de ba, you go fall in love
Ɛyaa na boys no dey try me ’cause they know what’s up
You know we stay litty, hustle like Diddy
All day stacking up the money like 50
Gotta stay greedy ’cause a nigga need didi
Ɛhyɛ wo bo sɛ cancer in the left titty
Been so along in the game, this shit crazy
OG, but I still wavy
Sɛ mo hwɛ the couple of drinks I drop lately
Ma predicti me life, me sen nigel gaisie
Sɛ mo checki growth no a, it’s amazing
(Woo!) All the moves that I’m making, uh
Just signed a new contract
Bɛyɛ half a mil’ if I’m not mistaken, hol’ up, make I check
Don’t think nothing ain’t funny (nah)
They so fake, nigga, they scummy (yeah, yeah)
My bro save with me, get money (get money)
Foxes, niggas so cunning (let’s go)
This that Trilly Gang business first, flip that killer grime (yeah)
This, that Cypress Hill, could just kill a man (hum!)
And this that ice get billed, go play middleman (no)
When guys get hungry (hungry), they about their dinner plans (yeah)
Only the family, Tony Soprano
Suited (said it), yeah, Dolce Gabbana (jheeze!)
Yeah, knights of the round table, what? Coat in the armor (armor), yeah
I got you in England, just hold me in Ghana, yeah
Bitch better boogie that back
Bitch better gimme that job, yeah
I’ll be the nigga that rap, house for the sniveling dogs, yeah
How can I get in that bag?
Cool man, I’m getting him cobbed
Yeah, just finished reading my Psalms
Then, made the sign of the cross
Giggs that nutter, and this ain’t nothing nice
When Giggs say butter, just whip that butter slice
Man got cut up, youths they cut up guys
Giggs is flutter, make that shit that butterflies
Why did they gas him? (Yeah)
Drive it and crash in, silent assassin (yeah)
Why would they get on his nerves? (Please)
Why would they hassle him? (nah)
Simon says, (what?) “I wanna slap him”

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