Lyrics: Asamoah Yarkson
Music: Asamoah Yarkson
Mek)nte
Megya to fam aa
Mendidi
I’m my own mother,father and my family eee,
Me a meny3 bread winner So how say ago win this bread
If I live open life how ago get money
So the street quick I was quiet you XII
In the high school timber market code
Yes I,I respond
Take it street shit wasn’t easy
Sometimes I cry
Ooh I,I, …I
Ooh I,I, …I
Rolling pof , pof for the pain
Meda a menda
3yaa medwen
Here gangsters don’t complain
Woay3 fine a bra b3sen
Life has a lot to give
oohhhh lot to give
on the trap day night everywhere cold sometimes I think sewside by here I know that Jay, Jay dey my side everything’s gone be fine eehh I trust that
I left ma hood me baa Accra for survival,
But no one know shit dode is been going through. The street so so cold ,The street so so cold, Ma negger the system and everything is **** up. Shaa outs to my brother bra Sammy ma brother you did me solid bro I owe you chock, I owe you chock Sesei aa b) mpay3 ma me. On the trap day and night everything is ****ing cold yeah listen to the story one day tribute will be told yeah. On the trap day night everywhere cold sometimes I think suicide but here I know that Jay Jay dey ma side everything is gone be fine ee I trust that