Ghana

(albüm: Steel Human - 2020)

(Kimj balling on these hoes, huh?)
Straight from West Africa in Ghana
We love you, NoCap, you are the hood doctor
Free ghetto
I told her I ain't come to make no promise
I got a gunner out in Ghana

Ayy, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
Problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know, ayy
I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ayy
Fuck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
All them niggas know is trap and take baths
All my bitches know is trap and do hair
Take the roof off, chop the coupe hair
He thought the smoke was old, now the news there

I'm popping seals, not bottles
Just like a drive-thru, nigga, yeah
I got my broads in order
Clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won't talk to God about it
This ain't mine, this a rental, lil' baby, don't ask what my cars be costing
Snakes on me, this is Gucci, lil' nigga, I'm dripping that poison off me
When I'm low, I can call up shawty
Like a dawg in a vehicle
Get mad when I spill my lean on carpet, ayy
Ran up my bands and still gon' march it, it don't matter the month, ayy
I'm a drum boxer, I pour lean in my Hawaiian and punch
Ayy, I want your ho, then I won't take her, I'ma borrow her
I went gold in my state just like the Warriors
Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible
My nigga not a trainee, what the fuck he got a body for?
And he got that tummy tucked
I went to hell and came back, nigga, still ain't done enough
Only problem I got is sitting back on being real
What I spent on codeine, I could've bought a Richard Mille
I'm with my nigga out of Africa, a killer accent, I run with savages
Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible
My nigga not a trainee, what the fuck he got a body for?
And he got that Tommy tucked

Ayy, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
Problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know, ayy
I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ayy
Fuck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
All them niggas know is trap and take baths
All my bitches know is trap and do half
Take the roof off, chop the coupe half
He thought the smoke was old, now the news there

Clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won't talk to God about it
This ain't mine, this a rental, lil' baby, don't ask what my cars be costing
Straight from West Africa in Ghana
No Cap, you're the hood doctor, we love you to death