| Pon the gully weh mi born and grow
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| Fi rise to the top that’s all I know
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| Some a cuss over mi style and mi flow
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| And a seh a dem meck it true a mi and dem grow
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| The likkle city weh mi born and grow
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| Rise to the top all I know
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| Some a cuss over mi style and mi flow
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| And a seh a them meck it true a mi and dem grow
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| Dem a throw all kind a oil but mi cyaa stop
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| Love man a preach and go rass up
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| And all who out deh a pray fi mi dead
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| Just go thruck in a yo gyal and splash up
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| A mi deh waan fi si lock up
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| Mi drive through, mi top down, but mi cash up
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| Dem a wrinkle and screw when the dan a pass through
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| But dem know seh the whole place wi mash up
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| Why?
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| If a never fi mi kidz and mi mother
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| Mi wouldn’t waan meck a dollar
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| Some bwoy a gwaan like dem badder
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| And dem cyaa touch mi calla
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| It seems dem waan dead fi supn
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| Look how much innocent dead fi nothing
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| It seems like dem a beg fi supn
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| But all who a gang up a head fi supn
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| Dem a seh mi too bad
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| And mi fi less bad
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| But Jamaica mi vex bad
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| In a the dancehall mi si mi alone
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| The people no waan si no next Gad
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| Mi roll out meck a next chad
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| Tek the money put in a next bag
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| Yuh no si a wi a the leader fi the new school
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| Some a dem better look a next job |