Cause you hear they sing bout life for your nali
But they know your brother rich him never fit an artist
Pull up at the green cabbage like him slap at the market bro
And you know we never drop standard no
We dark like the killer dem a pack that
We thief white boy money making call pon god
Well all me brother dem a chopper so me call dem bop
Dog, just keep a up in dem town
I be a matic they a foot when time me touch compound
Now some me chop another food and some me crash a next ground
Now when they see me pon the line they wanna fucking around
Dog, mummy call her say son keep your guard up
She know me rough I found me young when I die