G-Mo - No Shortcut to Heaven lyrics

[Intro: Obrafour] Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo Hwɛ M.anifest adanseɛ ɛne m'afutuo Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo [Verse 1: M.anifest] See I dey slack worrying about all the things I dey lack Young gifted and black, gift of gab and I rap I suppose I should clap, give thanks and give dap Put my son on my lap, or run a victory lap Opportunity knocks but we too deaf to hear Put to d**h our fears, bring to life our dreams We outchea we don't adhere to regular rules Our mamas fasting and praying for us secular fools We some reckless dudes, lust for shoes and j**els New chucks custom made and such, golden stools Mysterious life, Nancy Drew shared no clues Curious knife stabbed us now we bleed and bruise Confusing wants with needs, what I want and need? A house in Trasacco, a villa in Ada with jet skis Jet setting and the minutes turn to seconds And I reckon no question make every first I get the best impression So just suppose, I juxtapose Me now with me when I was sixteen years old Innocence lost in less than fifteen years though I'm distinguished, so they can't extinguish my flow I overpowered all these cowards, dem no go fit, dem need juju I know I don't have to pound them, neat fufu Me ɛnyɛ ɔtwea, w'ani tua, So I save, susu No shortcuts to heaven, ask Yesu, it's true [Hook: Obrafour] Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo Hwɛ M.anifest adanseɛ ɛne m'afutuo Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo No shortcut to heaven Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo Gyesɛ wo bre mogya Wo bre mogya Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani No shortcut to heaven Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo Gyesɛ wo bre mogya Gyesɛ wo bre mogya Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani [Verse 2: M.anifest] I've been down this road before Down on my knees I wrote this for All of my peeps that's looking for more Nevertheless we shock them in awe Some of the boys dey do fraud Sakawa tings but dear lord Who do you blame, economy lame, pour my heart on G-Mo chords Dead bodies on front pages of newspapers scary They call it daily graphic cause it's graphic on a daily I see it whiles in traffic when they trafficking the dailies Life in the milky way doesn't taste like baileys Wish it did, remember as a little kid Kofi Kyintoh severed head the pictures were big Cautionary tale, scars still prevail If you scared of heights don't get to the ledge or hold the rails I rose past the ceiling, from underdog to villain Treat this biz like a sniper, bound to make a k**ing Mixed feelings for promoters and corporate double dealings Read the fine print, Amet will catch the double meanings I double dare you to be more debonair We on the elevator cruising up they climbing the stairs Dem dey watch, dem dey stare, they marvel at my career I no dey care, though they try to steal to my spot musical chairs Photo flashes when I'm present but my essence, they couldn't capture I know they can never see coming like the rapture Fame put the iron in my name, Margaret Thatcher No shortcuts to heaven, ebe true brethren [Hook: Obrafour]