Everybody running from the truth

Mi a never gwan lose, mi a never gwan lose, oh yeah oh

Everybody better get a clue, red pill or the blue, but you still got to choose, oh yeah oh

Mi a never play by your rule, don't play like we cool

I can never call truce, oh yeah

When the god come what you gon do? yeah what you gon do? oh yeah run

Now let me talk my shit

I'm a New York native, make it hot like Vicks

I Got a new will power, make it hot like Smith

I got the keys to appeal, but these is not those skits

I keep it real but concealed, these is not those clips

Bunch of imitation cheese ****, nacho chips

Let em stay in up they bag cuz these is not yo chips

I did a prayer to the god and then I light my spliff

Before I pounce on em

Stomp a demon out, jump in air and get bounce em

Got nothing fear, Jesus got scouts for him

Holy Spirit, took the spirits and doused em

Yeah **** doused on em, what you been about homie?

I don't it for performative or for the clout homie

I don't do performative but for the clouds homie

Step into the sun and tell me what you been about homie?

What you been about homie?

What you been about homie?

Everybody running from the truth

Mi a never gwan lose, mi a never gwan lose, oh yeah oh

Everybody better get a clue, red pill or the blue, but you still got to choose, oh yeah oh

Mi a never play by your rule, don't play like we cool

I can never call truce, oh yeah

When the god come what you gon do? yeah what you gon do? oh yeah run

Mek di oul worl stop, wi come out pon top

Wi gwan clean up di street every ting guh, mop

Dat machine gun pop, man dem down on spot

Wen that ting get heavy wi levy, detox

Every ting on lock, ya

Mi a run circle rounna pussy a boy if man dem should think out the box

Cuz the man dem plot, fi a blood clot mi a keep mi a contingency an hunt like Batman in di night

Mi just ting got for Harley, an a scene, an some weed

Wach wi roll dung di street pon di chopper

Yuh fi tek a si, an ya si, ow it be, Hennessy, all I need to divide and conquer

Yuh fi tek a si an ya si, ow I be, in the street, like Nicki I be feeling like a monster

Ohhh, nobody gwan stop us, oh nobody gwan, ha

Everybody running from the truth

Mi a never gwan lose, mi a never gwan lose, oh yeah oh

Everybody better get a clue, red pill or the blue, but you still got to choose, oh yeah oh

Mi a never play by your rule, don't play like we cool

I can never call truce, oh yeah

When the god come what you gon do? yeah what you gon? do oh yeah run