Check ft. Trooth Wordsmith Lyrics

Everything Majestic

Focus on the

Yeah

Boys boys, drip

Champion, ship

Communion, sip

Nonsense, skip

Oops! Plantain, chips

Mistake, slip

Shout outs The town, ship

We royal, Nyah

Yeah

We never travel nsu na daa ni daa boys e droppi

Dropping bars upon bars charley miyɛ barman nti boys ɛn shorti

Shot, I killed, I aim again, I shoot to kill

Track biaa y33 killi

Killed the beat and lay a wreath, na who and who?

Hwan ni hwan remixi?

Nyame na adom

Ebi God ein grace

Wey I no chop disgrace

Why I no get misplaced

Why I base

Why you dey look my face

Why I go fit embrace

Why I dey move with pace

Just in case, you dey want trace in the first place

Look I dey walk like King Kong and rep the kingdom

I never really wanna bow to the storm

I'm strong in the Lord

I conquer them all

I never ever wanna walk it lukewarm

And if I do fall I go to the cross

Cry to God then he mops all my flaws

I no dey conform and I dey perform

The boy dey form wey he no fit deform

Mad oh

God wey he pay my debt o

Chairman I no dey owe o

Drop your gun bro you no be popo eh

Tu-tu-tu-tu

This is crazy

How long we doing it? Daily

Son of the king of the deity

Goodness unlimited plenty

Nyah

Favor, check

Blessing, check

Success, check

Money, check

Made in his image and likeness, check

So we dey rule over darkness, check

I and Jehovah are partners, check

I'm in the miracle business, check

Krakye

Tu wu bu na me nkyerɛ wo wossop

Nchɛ enyim dɛɛ oba no rap ah

Smith obiara nyim dɛɛ meyɛ Hancock

Me killi beat ah no ressurection

Yesu Cristo checki me passion

Ose ride on my son you're forcing

Ebɛ dwen dɛɛ Bra Sammy yɛ mi sibling

Chai

Mi grab mic ah don't try

You go figa say me and Tyson wan fight

Ebi God dey give the punchlines

I for return to church the flow be too tight

Dem say the boy too dey brag

Oh, no

I only boast in the Lord I know

No fuse but the boy gon blow

You can't sack me, I got CEO flow

Majesty, Trooth

Royalty thing

Morning and night

Repping the king

In the club or the street

At the pub or the beach

Anywhere we go step

We gotta win

I got the truth in my heart

I call a spade a spade

If I keep shut rookies are gonna be rooked

We gotta tell em the truth

Apple of his eye

My queen

Dawg the phone and cover your fruit

No need to slay to be pretty

Flaunt your natural beauty

Shine like a diamond baby

Eventuarry b3 siɛ

Your face is cutie

Proud as a peacock

I got the miter bishop

Better, hide your pawn, no makeup

I don't wanna be the focus, so I stay minor till I take off

Favor, check

Blessing, check

Success, check

Money, check

Made in his image and likeness, check

So we dey rule over darkness, check

I and Jehovah are partners, check

I'm in the miracle business, check

Favor, check

Blessing, check

Success, check

Money, check

Made in his image and likeness, check

So we dey rule over darkness, check

I and Jehovah are partners, check

I'm in the miracle business, check

Favor, check

Blessing, check

Success, check

Money, check

Made in his image and likeness, check

So we dey rule over darkness, check

I and Jehovah are partners, check

I'm in the miracle business, check