[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 killing 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 killing it for real?

If I'm killing then It's real, still I'm feeling it's a skill

To be killing 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