Letras
Touch in your cloth like a student waist no time
If e carry Kala we nor go waste no time
You Nor put me for talk
I still da roll with the Glock
We nor da knock
next thing for door na gun shot
This awka made come with 8 chalk
Na my jams da jam nor be gun
This one na real life p nor be fun
Story story let the story began
This na story of a prodigal son
Way papa nor leave anything for
Eye da chuck man gato get funds
Still da studio with my focus rite
Either ways man gat focus write
Living like zombies we nor da see light
Up nepa anytime them bright light
For darkness we still da shine bright
Any friend turn enemy i cut tiles
Old soul e don tail way i baptize
Who da wamba like who da price
Hit 6-6 like i da roll dice
This nor be game becux person fit die
Better pray to God before you reach our side
E fit be the last time way you go slide
Men are dangerous
Na them kill Jesus
The street so dangerous
They might smok you like angel dust
This shit so dangerous
Like an angel dust
The street so dangerous dangerous
They selling angel dust
Too much sense fit turn to nonsense
How you go send person way nor care
Rest, girls matter na open market
We nor fit stay for the same bracket
Ask my ex she nearly enter casket
Love matter fit make you kick bucket
The next thing you go hear for ear na trumpet
At the end them go say nobody is perfect regardless
Small small find trouble make you nor go jam
Seed way them cast troway don turn to farm
Funny how all of them done turn to fan
We go plank who try to scatter our plan
So my brother take am easy as you brag around
Ma nigga we nor da take that
Over here bushit isn't allowed
We still da shine bright !!