Large black sweater, earphones hidden by my beanie

Dig the groove of nyabinghi, I don’t really dream about a Lamborghini

I value my people, more than a car, anything substantial

Drivin’ on the road I hit that pedal, you already know my sound is evil

They all think they gonna make me stop, try to put me on pause

Man I’m headed to the top, I’mma go for that shit, I fuck up the codes

This is one of a kind, I mean I better grind, I look all around I be loosin’ my mind,

And I made the calls, but it hit walls, ‘in this shit hole man you’ve gotta grind

I don’t rap for the paper, money coming later, I spit it on the mic and then I play with the fader

I’m in love with that shit man ask all my friends, know I do my thing I try to knock down the trends

Creator, something new about to happen, I pour the Willy-P I’m getting closer to heaven

I see you frown, I steal the crown and you lick the ground

Only with a hoodie, I’m a hooligan but Holy God knows I’m a cool man, and a true friend

Gotta to Hollywood only for the women over there who be lonely, trust me,

I step up on a boat with a trench coat, headed to the fame, I really gotta make sure the shit float

Hop up in the car and follow me, we’ll pull up in a club and sing this melody

I never thought back in the days that we could really make it

I've been storing skills in my backpack, everything real, no time for the fake shit

You pose with a chopper, like a monster, can’t you see the state of the country ?

You have an impact on the kids, I mean this is so elementary

We need to hear the good vibes, we been through difficult times

Trade the thugs and fake role models for some rap with interesting lines

I’m here to take what’s mine, here to send chills down your spine

Yo wait for a minute till go hard, open up your ears and you’ll be fine

I try my hardest tonight, to write and harvest a rhyme

That grows and fits inside my line that I could proudly show to my tribe

Wait am I loosin’ ya ? did I spit words a bit too fast in my last verse

Schooling the writers among us, sit down and take notes, welcome to the class with the masters

Only with the collie weed of Colorado we cover the paper and record it later

What is your aim ? You sing for the fame and I can’t see the flame in your soul when you talk bout the paper

0’s on the check at the heart of the game and that’s all they can show the detractors

Hop up in the car and follow me, we'll pull up in a club and sing this melody

Ina this ya times

A bare violence and nonsense we wait for a brighter sunrise

No we no want none a dem sharks and no want guns fi bark no more

Only love will make the lion roar

We come right now fi gi dem di cure

Strictly good vibes we all need fi show, yeah

Coz only good vibes we want

Only good vibes we need

Only good vibes we want now, yeah

Coz only good vibes we want

Only good vibes we need

Only good vibes we want now..

Oggy

And the big bad T

Yeah

Whoo