Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Protoje
Interprète
Zion I Kings
Interprète
Koffee
Interprète
Lloyd Junior Richards
Batterie
Andrew Bain
Guitare
David Goldfine
Basse
Sean-Michael Francis
Chœurs
Phillip Winta James
Chœurs
Alecia Grey
Chœurs
Andrew Stoch
Synthétiseur
Annalisa Blake
Chœurs
Iotosh Poyser
Chœurs
Jasmine Taylor
Chœurs
Jean-Andre Lawrence
Chœurs
Laurent "Tippy I" Alfred
Guitare
Sean Roberts
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mikayla Victoria Simpson
Paroles
Simon Mitchell
Composition
Laurent P. Alfred
Paroles
Andrew Bain
Composition
Oje Ollivierre
Composition
David Goldfine
Composition
Sean-Michael Francis
Composition
Phillip Winta James
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zion I Kings
Production
Oje Ollivierre
Production déléguée
Phillip Winta James
Ingénierie de prise de son
Fumiaki "Superman" Ogata
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Laurent "Tippy I" Alfred
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Chorus
Them say dem love we but that a yesterday
Get what dem want and switch it up already
Them naa go draw we out, oh no, nuh today
It nuh so easy fi drain we energy
‘Cause blessings follow anywhere where we deh
A good we good with everybody
No-no-nothing nuh deya fi say
Verse 1
Ey, ey, ey
Woman dem royal
Soldier dem loyal
Casual or formal
Dem style ya nuh normal
Flow dem immortal, uh huh
More than a jaw full, uh yuh
Riddim dem awful, wicked, unlawful
And we not stopping, no
A nuh no time fi no stop light
Man a travel at top speed
But this a the top flight
This a the big league
So every eight bar or sixteen is a big deal
Food fi you thought, a nuh kids meal
Package it proper, it been seal
Recipe of a master,
Them bwoy deh cyaa boil water
Cooking up a recipe a disaster
That a the reason, this a me season
Dem ya degrees a torture
Carry the torch a different peaks where regular people nuh walk at
Me a compete with me past self
That is what making me sharper
Look what we achieve every quarter
Way before we make a quarter
Always have heart
So when times hard
We pick up and we a go harder
None a me people nuh starve, yeah, yeah
Me have di world in mi palm
Take it and bring it a Yaad, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chorus
Verse 2:
We deh pon target
Reggae the top a the markets
If there is ever a problem, listen Diggy album
And that goodly solve it
We attire clean, what you said Iké?
We nuh go wid the flow, we ahead a it
Sevi a hold it down like a Jedi
Couple shows, couple days pon di road
See no bed and the don just come in pon a red eye, whoa
Cerebral flow, in my head I go
Try reach me now
But my cell line slow
I keep it low
It’s like where’d I go?
Try teach me how
But I said “I know”
“People know me, like”
Yeah, like how?
Pon like need to know premise when I show,
I collect my dough, do my thing and go
Don’t…
From you say “Hello, Proto”
The world know too,
Them want more too
Touch down U.K., sell out show
New Minister of Culture, we get some vote
A regular we haffi transit through airport
And a because we outstanding, two Air Force
Couldn’t forget where me belong, me too engrossed
And if me ever drop a song, Diggy reinforce, yeah
Strong like a tonic, ah
Beat the drum and then play the harmonica
Diggy Don, di baddest pon di planet, ah
Supersonic, tougher dan a granite, ah
We a professor, them a the janitor
Oppressor them a fret and a panic so
You no see the difference of the caliber
Nothing less than atomic when we dropit
Automatic, say a bomb
Chorus
Written by: Andrew Bain, David Goldfine, Laurent P. Alfred, Mikayla Victoria Simpson, Oje Ollivierre, Phillip James, Sean-Michael Francis, Simon Mitchell

