Lyrics

No gree anybody not de hear word Blessed since they cut the umbilical cord Not the see anybody not de fear gun Powers we l carry not de need magical wand A trip to the old town Family said me I'm grown now Mummy said I'm a proud child Enemies still want me down hmm hear the gun sound Yeah Mama say me proud of you my son Yeah But I was a bad youth from me born Yeah Now none of them can touch my crown Yeah yeah So many scars Only man can see Only plan A We no get plan B On a date With a flicky on me Pray n hope karma don't find me She no go love my reality I still pray for my enemies Pray n hope they find inner peace Mummy said she proud of me Did some wrongs but I made it right Filled my plate soo I gave you a slice Made it home by the end of the night Cos I can't do wrong in my mothers eyes Been a grinder from day Told you we go make it safe Mamma says she prayed and prayed I never cared bout what they say My energy go stay the same yhh We dey disagree We no gree With nobody way want come Take a bad man things dem for free Not a referee, coulda decree It's a penalty When a bwoy touch my thing for free Murder, murder Well it's a murder murder Something a go clap a bwoy head yah Bredda, bredda No touch my paper Somebody a go bawl out murder Yeah Mama say me proud of you my son Yeah But I was a bad youth from me born Yeah Now none of them can touch my crown Yeah yeah Are you surviving or living? Or thrive in an environment of giving Giving out testers the trap stay ringing I made it out legal e shock you that I'm winning All thanks to God. Issa wonderful feelin Lost a couple battles but I'm on top of the war I was down on my last somehow I found more When you wanna reach heights gotta come from the floor Where I'm from Og's never made it before Till the grind is over Look over your shoulder Playing snakes & ladder Even now im older Omi o de lota Grew up on proverbs If it's not important i no wan talk am If it's not abula i no wan chop am To'ri pe mo kola say she want dollar Feeling my gbola put it in her stomach Thank God for life Thank God we came from nothing to something Some pray to Allah Some even pray to Jehovah The thing wey I don witness Strengthen my weakness God be my witness Every ghetto yute rise up Yeah Mama say me proud of you my son Yeah But I was a bad youth from me born Yeah Now none of them can touch my crown Yeah yeah Ow, Lord Can't turn off we thing On we on we on we on Stonebwoy and NSG Run we run we run the town Ow, Lord Can't turn off we thing On we on we on we on Stonebwoy and NSG Run we run we run the town