No Shortcut to Heaven - M.anifest, Obrafour

Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo

Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so

Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra

Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo

Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo

Hwɛ M. anifest adanseɛ ɛne m’afutuo

Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo

See I dey slack worrying about all the things I dey lack

Young gifted and black, gift of gab and I rap

I suppose I should clap, give thanks and give dap

Put my son on my lap, or run a victory lap

Opportunity knocks but we too deaf to hear

Put to death our fears, bring to life our dreams

We outchea we don’t adhere to regular rules

Our mamas fasting and praying for us secular fools

We some reckless dudes, lust for shoes and jewels

New chucks custom made and such, golden stools

Mysterious life, Nancy Drew shared no clues

Curious knife stabbed us now we bleed and bruise

Confusing wants with needs, what I want and need?

A house in Trasacco, a villa in Ada with jet skis

Jet setting and the minutes turn to seconds

And I reckon no question make every first I get the best impression

So just suppose, I juxtapose

Me now with me when I was sixteen years old

Innocence lost in less than fifteen years though

I’m distinguished, so they can’t extinguish my flow

I overpowered all these cowards, dem no go fit, dem need juju

I know I don’t have to pound them, neat fufu

Me ɛnyɛ ɔtwea, w’ani tua, So I save, susu

No shortcuts to heaven, ask Yesu, it’s true

Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo

Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so

Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra

Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo

Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo

Hwɛ M. anifest adanseɛ ɛne m’afutuo

Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo

No shortcut to heaven

Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo

Gyesɛ wo bre mogya

Wo bre mogya

Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani

No shortcut to heaven

Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo

Gyesɛ wo bre mogya

Gyesɛ wo bre mogya

Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani

I’ve been down this road before

Down on my knees I wrote this for

All of my peeps that’s looking for more

Nevertheless we shock them in awe

Some of the boys dey do fraud

Sakawa tings but dear lord

Who do you blame, economy lame, pour my heart on G-Mo chords

Dead bodies on front pages of newspapers scary

They call it daily graphic cause it’s graphic on a daily

I see it whiles in traffic when they trafficking the dailies

Life in the milky way doesn’t taste like baileys

Wish it did, remember as a little kid

Kofi Kyintoh severed head the pictures were big

Cautionary tale, scars still prevail

If you scared of heights don’t get to the ledge or hold the rails

I rose past the ceiling, from underdog to villain

Treat this biz like a sniper, bound to make a killing

Mixed feelings for promoters and corporate double dealings

Read the fine print, Amet will catch the double meanings

I double dare you to be more debonair

We on the elevator cruising up they climbing the stairs

Dem dey watch, dem dey stare, they marvel at my career

I no dey care, though they try to steal to my spot musical chairs

Photo flashes when I’m present but my essence, they couldn’t capture

I know they can never see coming like the rapture

Fame put the iron in my name, Margaret Thatcher

No shortcuts to heaven, ebe true brethren