Lyrics

A mussi true mi hotter than bread in the oven A me pop off the tag paw mi clothe dem F–k the enemies and the foes dem F–k the ones dem now and before dem Right now, mi still a live, mi still a live Dem nuh waan mi wake up but mi still a live Dem waan mi dead, but mi still a live Vex yo cyaa si mi lie in a fridge If a aids test, mi negative If a success mi positive And mi born pon the Gully tell you as it is Wid allot a con man sell you as it is Mi and mi brother Steve use to sleep pon the floor Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep paw floor Long, long, before me even come tour Long, long, before me even come tour Mi grand mommy use to take mi to church And a tell mi fi God mi fi search And mi enemies nuff but mi friends dem more Seh bug dem And mi seh f–k who a hate mi nuh lose a pound And if yo try fi violate you wi lose yo crown When the pit bulls out and the dawgs dem hound Lord mama sun gone down Man wi hunt dem anywhere dem found A mad rass mi a king fi the town When the bomb dem drop dem think a the drum Dem know mi, real boss pon the track don't think a the clown From mi rise pon the top dem gone pon the ground Every song shot suh mi leave dem wound Man a left the place dutty suh mi left dem broom If am not the greatest then am born to be Check mi lyrical currency Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit
Writer(s): David Brooks, Linton White, Mario Dunwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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