[Verse 1 : Fricky]
Could you turn me up some more, just a little loud
Be ready for my reign I know you fed up of the drought
My mind is elevated, I got my head up in the cloud
I was set up like a feather, what is cheda to a mouse?
Hey boss, Pause, There's a lesson in this sound
I be blessing every record, hope this record bring a smile
Flexing with the verses repping, with the crown
And now they personally wanna put the person in the ground
Like Summertime lily
Valentine release? I'd be spitting rhymes silly
From the coupe to the booth, I kick a trick or two
I finna keep it cool like it's autumn-time chilly
And then I write then recite what I mime when I mic this
It's wicked how I pick it when I kick it on the right kick
Terrific how you dig it ,flip it cuz it's quite sick
Fricky baby k**ing every joint like arthritis
[Hook : Ekay ]
Life can be hard and it beats you down but you must have hope
Hussle hard and never break down If you wanna have the dough
You must work hard so you can play hard when you have your own
Praise God, don't forget your people when you run the show
[Verse 2 : Fricky]
What I scribble on the page be lyrically mature
It got them silly critics adding like a decade to my age
Now they say I'm 35, I'm really petrified
Just a skinny heavy-weight tryna chase the cheda right
You rappers feather-weight though It doesn't mean you're fly neither
It's very vivid how I spit it with a slight fever
And all this hype just be worsening my plight
Bringing stresses to my life, still adjusting like Beiber
For the record, you see the feeling is for real
Is it really really real when I'm k**ing it for real?
If I'm k**ing then It's real, still I'm feeling it's a sk**
To be k**ing every rhythm that I did without a deal
So shaddouts to the fam in Accra and Oseikrom
Your shorties looking pretty yet they fiending for them grey notes
You will never see me stay home
My flow bring change in the booth like a pay-fone