[Lyrics] Kwesi Arthur – John Wick Freestyle

Kwesi Arthur - John Wick Freestyle

[Intro]

(Juicy, where the drums at?)

Oh

Dida

Yo

 

[Chorus]

Dirty mind ne empty pocket, that be bad combi

I don’t need to snake a brother just to get money

I no want be alone but squad dey get funny

Mama pray for me, don’t stress for me

12 PM awia hwe me chest

 

[Verse]

My people break sweat but they barely get their worth

Told her be humble ’cause all you give me be sex

She dey hear am in my voice, I be tensed

I no know who to trust

I no know who deserves it

All these traitors say they’re friends

Who fit tell what a friend is?

Found life in a pen, guess I am dyin’ a legend

Arthur, fi nne wo be me dinn aa to sebe

They used to doubt every second, now I got it for days

Bring your favorites, my lil’ homies’ll spin around them for days

Yeah, I dropped out of school, wey I dropped into grace

Yawa boy wo sika ye sen? I make maximum wage

Breakin’ out of my cage, my lifestyle be complicated

Breakin’ out of my maze, my peculiar ways

I go chew your fingers off, don’t push that shit in my face

Swear you’re always on your phone, to the screen you be slave

I wasn’t born this way, the pain change man

But we still dey Tema with the same plan

Menim me value, so fuck what they say and

Fuck all your favorite rappers if I ain’t one

[Chorus]

That be bad combi

I don’t need to snake a brother just to get money

Mama pray for me, don’t stress for me

Mama pray for me, don’t stress for me

 

[Outro]

You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better

Never fold young king, always keep your head up

When it comes to shots I’m somethin’ like John Wick

Told the homies hold it down ’til we all rich

You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better

Never fold young king, always keep your head up

Told the homies hold it down ’til we all rich

Mama pray for me, don’t stress for me

Mama pray for me

You for know say shit gets worse before it gets better

Never fold young king, always keep your head up

When it comes to shots I’m somethin’ like John Wick

Told the homies hold it down ’til we all rich