Aidonia - Step Inna the Streets

Life kinda hard out there, and me nah dead like no dove out there
Who a be want every paper, every cent, every dollar kind
Hold on pon di money, trail him and a climb
This a no time for no man a firebind
Can't chance and a scotch him give him some colour mind
Tired of di poverty weh mek me mama grind
Right now dat a pressure me dis tape pon a grind
Man a hold it cause it's just for a while
Me so start see di money weh me can live pon di hill
Weh me can get a breath of fresh air
If me want a shoes me can get a fresh pair
I'll wrench out a club till flesh a get there
Flippin out the streets