| Yeah
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| This is for the people dem
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| Weh don’t forget the struggle
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| When dem get a likkle visa
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| And fly over inna the freezer
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| Fi double up your hustle, yeah ah
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| Don’t you dare switch 'pon you people dem
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| Anyting weh you do
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| You haffi dweet fi dem, God knows
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| My life is speeding fast, it’s like a trainline
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| I’m in the streets at night me and my K9, dogs
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| Man a carry bullets fi dem enemies
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| Me no inna that, me rather hail mine
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| Lately I’ve been on this run away vibe
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| I wanna leave the stress behind me like a brake light
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| My father stressed till him nearly lose him hairline
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| Then Jah Jah bless we and put we 'pon the airlines
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| Pre-chorus
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| A nuff man come a foreign and change
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| Mek a likkle change and them start act strange
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| Forget about the struggle, dem forget about the pain
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| Dem no 'memba when fi lunch we haffi beat a sugarcane, oh gosh
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| God bless the people weh no have
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| But still find time fi crack a joke and laugh
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| It’s a raggy road, if you no have no job
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| But that nah go get me down
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| 'Cause a so Yardie roll
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| No we nah go switch, no we nah sell out
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| Nah go drop the stick all when we cross the road
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| We no work fi silver, we no waan no gold
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| We no work fi nothing less than platinum
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| Me likkle cousin phone me, say him want a phone
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| Me do a likkle hustle, send him forty pound
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| He phone me back and tell me that is not enough
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| That’s why me nah give up
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| Yo, you no haffi ask if
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| Mama feel a way when Christmas come
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| And everybody gone a Grand Market
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| A none a we no gone
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| She look inna me eye and say one
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| One cocoa full basket
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| Yo (?), that’s why we never lose sight a the target
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| Now ku deh, we deh a foreign and when time get cold
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| We deh a Starbucks a sip hot chocolate and coffee
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| Pre-chorus
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| A nuff man come a foreign and change
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| Mek a likkle change and dem start act strange
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| Forget about the struggle, dem forget about the pain
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| Dem no 'memba when we haffi set drum fi catch rain, oh gosh
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| God bless the people weh no have
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| But still find time fi crack a joke and laugh
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| It’s a raggy road, if you no have no job
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| But that nah go get me down
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| 'Cause a so Yardie roll
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| No we nah go switch, no we nah sell out
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| Nah go drop the stick all when we cross the road
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| We no work fi silver, we no waan no gold
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| We no work fi nothing less than platinum
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| Me likkle cousin phone me, say him want a phone
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| Me do a likkle hustle, send him forty pound
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| Him phone me back and tell me that is not enough
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| That’s why me nah give up
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| 'Cause a so Yardie roll
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| Outro
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| Na, na, na, no yeah, eh eh eh
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| This is for the people dem
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| Weh don’t forget the struggle
|
| When dem get a likkle visa
|
| And fly over inna the freezer
|
| Fi double up your hustle, yeah ah
|
| Don’t you dare switch 'pon your people dem
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| Anything weh you do
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| You haffi dweet fi dem, God knows
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| 'Cause a so Yardie roll |