गाने
Everything gon' mek sense soon
Get a band-aid and put it ova di wound
Tell dem yellow moon
Well well well well
No man don't perfect, no, we have our vices and our flaws
They want me to stumble
I go so hard I take no pause
Even if I fumble, don't laugh just yet, young boss in charge
Man born fi do dis dawg
New owna deh yah fi did yaad
Nuh gi mi no talk
Want it fast
Left from high school and straight up mi tun a boss
Nuh gi mi no talk
Young lord
Jump inna di aircraft
Push start and it tek off
Nuh gi mi no talk
Want it fast
Pistol inna mi waist
Yuh betta gi mi weh mi ask
Nuh gi mi no talk
Young boss
Ey ey ey ey ey ey
First to BM then mi go the benz
Rise to the top, them take offence
Tell mi weh the fuck me a bad mind for when
Mi have my things, that don't make no sense
So we see it alright then, me don't need friends
Do it by myself 'cause me don't need them
More them a talk, a the more me trend
No want nobody else rich, only them
God go with them!
Youth them wah buy the Rollie them
Or feel the power fi have three gyal a
Fuck in a your room fi a whole weekend
Say you no like me, ignore me then
Rather a gunshot before me bend
Rather a mugshot first before me tell
Cyah catch badman 'pon no intel
No no no
Friend then a killer, me role with them
Yeah, cyah style man like way without the league them
Press on the trigger then go 'way leave them
Bad from morning, now a evening
Top man affi have top lawyer 'cause
The system a pree me and me a pree them
Deh in a the coupe with the roof open
You want more proof say the youth chosen?
23 with a mansion pon the hill, motivation fi the youth them
Do wah me want, that them no like
Tell unnuh me mind, me no have to be nice
Buy more things and stock up fi the fight
And me do it my way, me no have to be right
Nuh gimme no talk, me want it fast
Left from high school and straight up mi turn a boss
Nuh gimme no talk, young lord
Jump inna the aircraft
Push start and it take off
Nuh gimme no talk, me want it fast
Pistol inna me waist, you better give me weh me ask
Nuh gimme no talk, young boss
Rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido
No man don't perfect, no, we have our vices and our flaws
They want me to stumble, I go so hard, I take no pause
Even if I fumble, don't laugh just yet, young boss in charge
Man born fi do this dawg, new owner deh yah fi the yard
System wah sick me, them think a something good
Deh in a me cell nah talk, nah medz nothing good
Wait 'til me jump out, wait 'til me touch road
Hear say one bag a talk a make
Alright, just wait 'til me go home, aye
Wish the road did straight, but it full a turn
Mi a go fi mine, off you go fi yours
Thing have to happen fi somebody learn
And you have fi skill fi go through the flame and no get no burn
Yay, yay
No man don't perfect, no, we have our vices and our flaws
They want me to stumble, I go so hard, I take no pause
Even if I fumble, don't laugh just yet, young boss in charge
Man born fi do this dawg, new owner deh yah fi the yard
Hmm
Glory
Oh oh ooh oh
Glory
Oh oh ooh oh
Glory
Oh oh ooh oh
Glory
Rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido, rapido
Written by: David Spencer Hayle, Earlan Bartley, Jordan Gregory Mcclure, Katrina Irons, Leonandre Miller