Sarkodie (Ft. VIC MENSA) – Vibration Lyrics

[Intro: VIC MENSA]
Everyday bless that’s my vibration ay
Smell like wealth she like my fragrance
Big chain, big man, big vibration
‘Cause we made it that’s a celebration

[Verse 1: Sarkodie]
Aarhn! M’ahyɛ da na mama mo low gap
Did it on purpose
Anytime I hear myself rap I get a lil’ nervous
Ɔmo disse they want me to hit back
So they can sell records
No matter what you do I’m still Sark
Ooh I’m so reckless
Tema boy ah mede rap no akɔ Las Vegas
Ɛhefa na mode mo nnwom no akɔ duru, come tell us
Chale me I’m always at the top mempɛ last
Ɛyɛ mesɛ moafɛ ne mе mo nkɔ checki intervals
Mo twɛn me sɛ mɛ loosе nigga I was born a winner
Mo firi sɛ m’awie, I’m warming up the dinner
I be going hard like I’m a fucking beginner
Ɔhemaa forgetti boy no hop in the beamer, let’s go
Nigga don’t kill my vibe
Ɔmo firisɛ pressure bɛma nnipa a coile
Nigga we’re still outside
Everybody wanna see a nigga go down
But you ain’t gonna touch my pride
Nasɛ ɛba no rap ah nobody be like me
I’ll be killing dem till I die, illest nigga alive
Say they wanna stop me, I doubt that
Take a little break then I bounce back
Ɛba no Ghana rap ah, I am a fuckin’ outcast
Dawge ten years, I was only doing sound check
I put my heart in this and niggas been doing the worst
Omo se m’akyɛ but who be putting in the work
Life’s too short, goddamn it
Tɛsɛ Drake space ɔde maa Lil Durk, haa

[Chorus: VIC MENSA]
Oooh!
Everyday bless that’s my vibration ay
I can’t waste my time with waste men
Tom Ford Noir
Smell like wealth, she like my fragrance
Porsche Cayenne
Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations
Shake the block!
Big chain, big man, big vibration
Pop out every day like an occasion
‘Cause we made it that’s a celebration

[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
It’s going down, ay
Send a bottle of Jamba
Sit at yo’ table and pass it around, ay
This is a hit, I got Sarkodie back on the mound
I use to ride on a bus then I got it bussin’ just looking at me now
(Yeah)
I feel like the mayor when I’m in Accra, we dey runnin’ the town
Osu what’s happenin’, Dzorwulu what’s crackin’, Nima what’s brackin’
I might pull up in Burma with all the sticks you’d think I was campin’
Me and M.Dot in that M dot 6 we speedin’, we mashin’ (Yeah)
I’m getting paid everyday, Daily Paper my fashion
International calls to all of my dawgs that’s locked on the yard
They behind bars living through my bars
They just wanna see me shine I’m a star
I got brothers wanna see me a dead man, I feel like Mufasa & Scar
You look like you ain’t be getting no bread man
You niggas been counting your carbs
I been eating now but I had to starve
Money vanished like I saw a mirage
I was down bad, dabbled in fraud
Selling pounds and cracking ’em cards
Polo Beach club we in a VIP
Shout out to Smallgod, Joey Lit
From Chicago to the Zongo, chaley call me Koforidua Vic