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Edley Shine
Edley Shine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Payne
Horace Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Horace Payne
Horace Payne
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XIXI MUSIC GROUP
XIXI MUSIC GROUP
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DABIGVOICE What's the Pre? From DC Lewisdale Jamaica Tings Change A no so we grow Man Dem Sell Out A no so we grow Talk To Dem You don't see the culture I've gone to the dogs Every day a ghetto youth Gone to the morgue The world done freak out Elders never reach out Molly & the scammers them That is who them seek out The youth them gone insane Who's to take the blame? Social media perfect image Is messing up their brain Every dog in the garrison A lock down the lane When no food inna them pot How them ago sustain? So in order to be rich You need a couple bad bitch Couple Benz, couple Bimmas (BMW) Couple Glocks with the switch Couple tats on your face Embrace the dunceness A so you make the top Of the Dancehall list Imitation generation Bust regardless It no takes no subjects To turn no artist But I won't fight the youth 'Cause them have to exist Me never think it would have Come down to this A no so we grow We deh ya pon di gravel ten toe Them only reap And never sow A no so we grow A no so we grow Never sign the dotted line And then go bow A no so we grow A no so we grow Rock stone a we foundation Concrete build we house Everybody just a hustle 'Cause dem want to make it out We no chat to police Do the crime, lock your mouth Do your time, a GP Money up when you come out A morals and code That is how we grow Zinc roof in the trenches Favor war zone Come back to Jamaica All the world knows Belly full but dem starving That is how we grow Steam fish and banana Yam and cassava Coconut water Make we hold we order Them a thief the elements Of real Dancehall A make some new genre's While the youths dem a starve Them love it when we happy And a dance and palof But when a revolution Then they want to lock it off Some little culture vulture No like when we talk Me no afraid to tell a boy to fuck off A no so we grow We deh ya pon di gravel ten toe Them only reap And never sow A no so we grow A no so we grow Never sign the dotted line And then go bow A no so we grow A no so we grow They say you sound so vex Sound so disgruntle It's our time now The crown we won't let go We a press gas Our car full up of petro Can't beat we better join we Or let go But one thing for certain You see this little island It's full of pure talent Recruit them like Taliban So much pretty women You want to live like Solomon To how they grow ruff Make sure you manage one We grow to be a fighter Talented writer We not bad mind It's dirt for back bitters Them sell out the culture for cheap Red dirt to the beach They don't love when I speak A no so we grow We deh ya pon di gravel ten toe Them only reap And never sow A no so we grow A no so we grow Never sign the dotted line And then go bow A no so we grow A no so we grow
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