Sarkodie, La Meme Gang — Homicide

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Darkness, darkness living in the light… light
Darkness, darkness living in the light… light
This is kinda wrong but it’s feeling right
My hommie say no but a nigga might
I wanna go soft but it’s kinda like
A nigga really gotta drop a dynamite
Mayne is about to be a homicide
Bitch ass niggas be showing the phony side
Me ka me bo so asɛm a na me feeli fortified
Mo nkɔ checke numbers a me streamie wɔ Spotify
Living legend, still king, no gimmicks
Still a me schoolie niggas, I’m killing it, no limit
M’ayɛ ne nyinaa, I ain’t got nothing to show niggas

This the return of Makaveli
Hold up, talking to the devil on a celly
He said to me I’m about to put you on a tele
But I want your soul, tell me any time you ready
Nah bro, me twitwa ne nyinaa wɔ Yesu din mu
The devil knocking on my door, mo nse ne sɛ me nfii no
M’abrabɔ te sɛ Methodist foɔ keyboard
M’abɔ A, M’abɔ B, afei na me bɛbɔ C no
I did it before, I’m doing again
You selling your soul but weytin you gain
Now the devil wanna drive me insane
But one day the sunshine go come over the rain

Darkness, darkness living in the light… light
Darkness, darkness living in the light… light
I know a couple niggas don’t fuck with us
But I ain’t got time for my side hoes
Nnamfofoɔ bebree, bi yɛ seat fillers
Trust issues, I can’t keep my eyes closed

Been to some dark places
Only got love for my Sark Nation
Ngosra no wɔ me so, so stop hating
Mo nyɛɛ ready sɛ mo ne me bɛkɔ rat racing
Cos I’m blessed like a muthafucka
Deɛ ɔtan me biara no me hia no for last supper
Okukuseku, ɔnenam m’ase sɛ grasscutter
Fake niggas, a whole bunch of blood suckers
Me gyaa mo hɔ kakra, family first
Nsɛm a mo ka faa me ho, I’m really hurt
Mo de mo sika too so a nka m’awinne bet
Susu dwa w’anum na m’amɛ stoppe wo daily bread

Undefeated, ain’t nobody better than the bwoy
Deɛ ɔbaa me nkyɛn bɛ paa me kyɛw no me maa no alloy
Brɛ wo ho ase na me nbɛ disse ma wo adɔyɛ
Sɛ me bɔ wo din a Highest, bisa Lavoy
Sɛ mo ratie rappers a fa me to fourth
Because teacher ni abaso koraa nyɛ nafɛ ne Prof
M’adawge kush, boka na me bɛtwe puff
Beef no m’agyae, nea m’ani gye ho ne pork
ɛnnyɛ adeɛ a me bɛsi nsuo mu na m’aham
Baabi a Ghana rap no atete no m’apam
Abokyi, sɛ me botom we koraa me wɔ nam
Rap nkoaa na wo pɛ dea me wɔ ne bam
I did it before, I’m doing again
You selling your soul but weytin you gain
Now the devil wanna drive me insane
But one day the sunshine go come over the rain