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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young T & Bugsey
Young T & Bugsey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ra'chard Tucker
Ra'chard Tucker
Composer
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Composer
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Composer
Jamar McNaughton
Jamar McNaughton
Composer
Alhaji K. Frimpong
Alhaji K. Frimpong
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
JAE5
JAE5
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(4Play, 4Play) Yeah, posin' for pictures on the carpet with Gucci tuxedos Funny how my life changed, they called me a zero Takin' hella vodka shots, she sippin' on Pinot Fast forward stardawg still killin' my people Fendi or Louis, it's really tomato-tomata Portugal for three weeks, I'm takin' the shottas African Prince, I'm flyin' with peregrine win's Writin' a check, I sign it with feather and ink Clutchin' the TEC, I'm prayin' it never will sing Bought me a yard, I met her I gave her an inch Only God can judge me or maybe Allah On my good and worst days I reason wit' Jah I and I and Rastafari hold a reasonin' Jah tell mi, "Son, this is your season" Never let them drain this energy That you're gonna be receivin' I'm gonna bless you up Bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever Gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever If two man a fight, it's a eye for a eye, yo Ya mek your bed take a lie now Them would a dead ya fi a nice clothes Them have we rap up in a physical Ghetto yute nuh mek your criminal Think we a idiot and we nuh no political Them want fi run out aboriginal (ayy, yo) Nah mek them try a tung and brin' ya down Fendi laces, Lord, he does me favors Double the patience with this color we came in Margiela, my chick, 90 RNB's her favorite His image I came in fuck what they tell you later We gon' push and shove and it's still love Brother, I'm still a monk, you is amongst I got a daughter, I'm ready I need a son I buried my brother young, you'll never know when it comes I reason it with my mum and those before I come Alakazam, I park a 'Rarri on my land My latest nephew was born with one hand You dribble with what you can, guide on how to be a man, yeah I give you mine, one love, one light, one shine, uh They can erase your name but not what's inside ya Too much focus on pounds, he's lookin' and nervous Invest in our color forever we diamonds I and I Jah-Jah hold a reasonin' Him tell mi, "Son, this is your season" And none of them can stop this energy That you're gonna be receivin' I'm gonna bless you up Bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever I'm gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever, yeah What kinda law would make it so hard for a singer to keep his art? And still make a fortune and not just a couple cars I'm talkin' about fifty thousand acres with some rivers and minerals I'm in a call with architects Designin' a house in and out now call a jet Fly down to the South, write a song at Treasure Beach Next day we go record at Falmouth Livin' up no wan' fi hear nuh man mouth Only want fi hear mi daughter, not the odd note singin' our own Lord, she start holdin' the notes Already companies approachin' me with likkle bit of dough for we songs Like them nuh know the type of crowd we bring out, tell them 'Til eternity Jah blessin' is forever, forever 'Til eternity Jah blessin' is forever I and I and Rastafari hold a reasonin' Jah tell mi, "Son, this is your season" Never let them drain this energy That you're gonna be receivin' I'm gonna bless you up Bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever Gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all Oh, Jah blessin' is forever
Writer(s): Richard Isong, Jamar Rolando Mcnaughton, Adedoyin Olaide Julius-adewuyi, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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