(trongpikin)

gimme your ears

like you heard the trumpet and Gods voice in the air

like you heard the pastor preach and shout your name outta fear

like you heard your mama scream , get you a chair

trong is here to raise the roof and send the killing storm

I cam for treat di men da fuckup clean with no remorse

I stay married to the game them say we don divorce

you should know better than play with words ,you brought this on yourself

man nofit shidon no drop music wuna make e proud

rapper di rap beat di go left e verse di go na south

if na lyrical joe mendem for don open mop cosham

bunch of emotional ****

y\'all couldn\'t do your homework , alaman doam tiffam or you beggam

no shidon di bitchout we don\'t do that

yall let daddy down

I thought I could rest from work

apperently ma legacy go rub for mud

wey all Di pikindem

no one nova even grow the balls for hold the mic stand for front nack e chest defend the turf

wush kind pikindem , tam for release ndenge back rap game for payee all thier bars di turn na melodies ma god

wush kind badluck dis

indormitable lions wuna no suppose for weak

nobi force for play the game ,no put mash ball for feild

now I get for serve justice with Thor e harmer

killing ma kids

ayo-bande , I still di find wuna punishment na God e hand dey dey

after this discom wuna go house call reme if them ask wuna reason why

tell em yall made daddy mad