Lyrics Escobar - Teejay

Escobar

Ghetto yute
Dream big, dweet big
Every yute a king
Ah, ah
Ghetto yute gwaan mek eh loot
Anytime you a rise inna life dem
Seh a hype an' nuh waan see yuh mek it out
Waan nyam fish an' breadfruit
Mi nuh waan nuh twenty-one gun salute
Twenty billion mi choose
Stack, mi ah stock up eh bank book
Woi, badmind, unuh move, atto
One billion dollar
Badmind nah hear mi mad out like nagga
Tell mi weh dat ago
Greatness inna mi blood, dem haffi guh build a statue
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
Live life, mi nah die young
Mi just a do this for my sons
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Haffi set foundation fi di young ones
All dem people call dem gunman
'Cause a di father an' di place weh dem come from
Jah Jah, guide dem please
All ah mi problem inna life
Mi fight dem god, none a dem mi neva run from
Mi ah do dis from mi young god
Swear mi old an' dem call me old man
Mi seh wi haffi rich like Escobar (Yeah)
Low di gun ting an' lef' eh war (Yeah)
Build di house dem den yuh get di cars (Yeah)
Every ghetto yute, wi a star
Yute a time fi mek billions
Nah nuh time fi nuh prison war
Father, yuh see when mi back against di wall
Man wull on like gee, yeah, mi neva bawl
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
Live life, mi nah die young
Mi do this, yeah, for my sons
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Yuh see mi?
Done know, wi got life, enuh
Suh man jus ah gwaan mek use a it
Uptop Camp
Juvenile get a strap an' a lock
Fourteen-year old, every shop man ah rob
Yeah, nah gah mi yaad one o’clock
Mi ah dance wid di dawg, dem ah stop an' ah chat
Mi sista neva grow like savannah blacks
Madda neva see mi daddy suh a one hand ah clap
Mi pray to di father like am on a rock
Tru unuh nuh know, nuff time mi cry tears (Tears)
Stress to mi brain a too much nightmare (Nightmare)
Wi don’t got fear (No fear)
Ghetto yute mek eh money when time wi out here (Out here)
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute, wi fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
God know mi nah die young
Mi just a do this for my sons