Barima Pages - G.O.D (Ghana's very Own Drake) lyrics

Verse 1 Allow me to brag I am the dopest rapper now People used to hate but they love your boy now k**ing every track when I'm on cos I'm a Don I work real hard so I blow my own horn f** it! If you don't like me homie you can kiss an*s If it ain't enough boy you can kiss my whole a** No h*mo tho Just tryna get dough I goes hard n***a: Ochocinco! Dem say I dey rush. Why I for slow down? I'm tryna be a King I really want the crown If you dey bore me I go give you crown Don't holla at me later if we ain't cool now I'm chasing the money I want a better life homie k**ing these tracks Getting a lotta fans homie See me I dey do my thang Ghana's very Own Drake (G.O.D) I can rap and sing Holla! Verse 2 I'm the Drake of Ghana I can rap and sing Gimme a couple years and imma shine and bling These n***as can't stop me with a barricade They just motivate everytime they hate Now a n***a great Got flow for days Spit food for the soul and it got great taste Took time; no haste Why you on my case? If I hear another gibe imma crack a face They say your boy arrogant. No I'm not Homie I'm just confident You gotta face the fact They can't k** me so now they tryna wound me But I'm so resilient like a Brazilian Standing on a pitch. I dribble my opponents No they can't stop me. No they can't beat me I'm so high up n***a you a pygmy If we ever have a battle mayne the crowd is gonna pick me Verse 3 I be blessing the pad with punchlines when I'm writing n***as Mike Tyson on the mic They be biting They know your boy got it but they still say I'm wack tho Erbody got opinions They ain't facts tho Respect: that's what I'm tryna get Appreciate the art cos I do it from the heart G.O.D I'm a god Hope you got that B.O.B got flow I'm just like that Got a problem wimme? Holla at a n***a Don't be slandering and dissing me all over twitter Mocking me Thinking that you cool Put your foot in my shoe Just imagine it was you You gon feel a lil awkward You just a lil coward Hiding behind your phone Step forward Meet me up Look me in the eyes And show me that you got that spunk; you not a punk