Rap ChaQ - Back Home (feat. Fanta)

I'm back on
I invested in myself that mean Im back on
Nigga I made it outta trenches nigga I sold dope
Rest in peace to my og nigga ikoso
Remember i started as a low key nigga in komtone
Never move with couple hundred dollar or something
On ogoja road in bacha nigga Im popping
Madam suzi showing love cos shes a drug queen
Rapidly everyday nigga doing drug things
Nigga I keep it real on bitch I never run things
36 Sweet mother street thats my stopping
My og niggas got me cos imma viking
Dont you mess around me nigga I pay for fighting
From a distance trigga fingers they gon sight you
Imma pay your dogs nigga they gon slide you
King one empire gng we gon ride you
But now Im trynna live on minimal
Im just tryna be a better man
Then I have to flew down to accra
Just to link up with my nigga fanta
Just To fix up this track
Now we moving anywhere with couple hundred thousand
Dead men in my wallet dragging me down like Im sagging
I just settled my loving mama bills and gaining blessings
Alexander my feet nigga you see that im stepping
Ice on my necklace nigga you can check the settings
Ima shoot your bitch shots even without pressing
Even without pressing
Imma shoot your bitch shot even without pressing
Even without pressing
Imma shoot your bitch shot even without pressing
Now Trynna live on minimal
Im just tryna be a better man
Then I have to flew down to Accra
Nigga you know how the distance very far
Just to secure the bag
Before mi come back then mi turn richer
Real ghetto youth go hard fi the paper
Thema local give them package fi di future
Wuchay the gamun ka ben desara
We step pon them each time like a door mart
Money call we making hater socks your mada
We buy some house and cars pon the ekar
Mightier than the mighty One
Cyan believe every time mi give them suliya
Am a god everything mi say go viral
From tema to madina we dey calabar
Thema faith just drop like a cycofant
Dey they boor we dey come like a winter
King one mi money bigger than a scammer
See we have many links like may weather
Yhaa yhe
See we rule the city so we na take defeat
Make them call the police this what ago happen
If them try beef then mi gi them black list
Them nowhere compared to mi level
So mi kill di devil say mi inevitable
Unstoppable head get crimple
Music over flow plus mi lyrics sweeter than apple
Envy mi shoes ena fall ina your manhole
If you dont like me then mi take you home
Now now trynna live on minimal
Im just tryna be a better man
Then I have to flew down to Accra
Nigga you know how the distance very far
Just to secure the bag
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
Sec secure the bag
King one

Written by:
Frank Adams

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