Escobar

(Ahhhhhhhh) Ghetto yute Dream big Dweet big Every yute a king (yeah) Ahhh-ahhh Ghetto yute gwaan mek 'e loot Anytime you a rise inna life dem seh a hype An' nuh waan see yuh mek it out Waan nyam fish an' breadfruit Mi nuh waan no 21 gun salute 20 billion mi choose Stack mi ah stack up 'e bank book, woy Badmind unuh move, Atto One billion dollar Badmind nah hear mi mad out like naggo Tell me weh dat ago Greatness inna mi blood, dem haffi guh buil' a statue Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted Rich life dat mi pree right now Mi nah idle out my days dem Live life, mi nah die young Mi just a do dis for my sons Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted Haffi set foundation fi di young ones All when people call dem gunman 'Cause a di father an' di place weh dem come from Jah-Jah guide dem please All a mi problem inna life Mi fight dem mi and mi God, none a dem mi neva run from Mi a do dis from mi young God Suh mi ole an' dem call mi ole man Mi seh wi haffi rich like Escobar (yeah) Lowe di gun ting an' lef' eh war (yeah) Build di house dem den yuh get di cars (yeah) Every ghetto yute, wi a star Yute a time fi mek millions Nah nuh time fi nuh prison wall Father yuh see when mi back against di wall Man wull on like G, yeah mi neva bawl Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted Rich life dat mi pree right now Mi nah idle out my days dem God know mi nah die young Mi do dis yah for my sons Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted Yuh zimmi? Done know, wi got life enuh Suh man jus ah gwaan mek use a it Uptop Camp Juvenile get a strap an' a lock 14 year old, every shop man ah rob, yeah Nah gah mi yaad one o'clock Deh a dance wid di dawg dem, a stop and a chat Mi sista neva grow like Savannah Blacks Madda neva see mi daddy suh a one hand ah clap Mi pray to di father like am on a rock True unuh nuh know Nuff time mi cry tears (tears) Stress to mi brain a too much nightmare (nightmare) Wi doh got fear (no fear) Ghetto yute mek 'e money when time wi out here (out here) Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead Ghetto yute, wi fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted Rich life dat mi pree right now Mi nah idle out my days dem God know mi nah die young Mi just a do dis for my sons