Life Story

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, ghetto yute haffi mek it in life, no matta weh dem do Di best come from di worst Today fi you, tomorrow fi mi Ah di Teacha [Verse 1] Mi neva know mi woulda buss From mi and mummy used to tek di bus from Third World Mi neva know mi woulda lock di first world Wid new style and new flows Like weh Pac seh, "Who knows?" (Who knows?) Di Bimma, di Lexus, di new Rolls Mi a pree from likkle pickney days inna school clothes When mi shoes did tear out, yuh coulda see a few toes Mi house pack and leaking, di house stop, we sleeping wid house rat We bounce back when mi daddy announce dat We movin' to Portmore, di sunshine, di seashore It still better, but mi still a pree more from long time Mi start par a Borderline and mix guns and weed selling Thugs tings fi keep mi cornered, hype up and sweet-smelling Cops corralling, yelling, "Don't move!", we won't prove Dem lock we up, we get bail, next day, we set sail Like big ship, same stuff, we madda seh we name cruff But still remain tuff, 'cah better must come [Interlude] Yo, Jah know, Stephen Yo, mi a likkle yute, star Mi fadda did have a sound, yuh see weh mi a seh? A likkle component set still, and As a yute, mi usually watch all mi uncle dem deejay pon it and ting, and Yuh zimmi? Bare big man and dem deh deh and a bun all dem weed and dem ting deh As a likkle yute, dawg Yo, mi nuh know, mi just- mi just wish mi coulda be like dem Yuh zimmi? [Verse 2] Mi neva know mi woulda buss And thugs a seh, "Addi di dadda" See it deh, it feel good fi buy a house fi mi madda When mi son have birthdays, anything him want, him get Anuh nutn', when mi a yute, a backstroke mi used to mek Me used to haffi beg a spliff, a wrizzla, a cigarette If mi nuh hustle a road, I could not go home yet Mi neva pree fi own car, mi own home, mi own jet Dutty chat weh mouth mek, mek mi nuh see outlet Inna di suffer and di hunger A police name "Blood" wah kill mi when mi younger Him hear mi have a gun weh roll thunder Circle mi fi murda mi, but God seh a neva fi mi number Mi used to pray to fadda God a nighttime fi mek mi parents dem live fi see Addi tun somebody Mi love mommy, mi love daddy Same love mi gi' to Rahiem, and Jahiem and Shahiem Mi a mi son's daddy [Interlude] Yo, big man ting still Buju Banton, first time mi go studio and hear da yute deh Mi check seh a deso deejay ting buck Me'd a put dung artist ting, man, cah mi nah lie All a next time too Yo, all some bwoy a Waterford, yuh see da pussy deh True Warrior King and dem yute deh buss before mi Di bwoy dem seh, "Oh, Addi a iron balloon, man, worthless" yuh zimmi? A deal wid man like, like man a fool [Verse 3] Mi neva know mi woulda buss 2k2 was the year A great joy fi hear, "Kartel have career!" Like trailer, mi change gear, better each lyric When mi 'memba people used to seh, "Yuh nah buss, yah gimmick" Dem affi watch mi now pon dem TV Or pay fi see me, my presence nuh free Nuff girls used to call Addi "iron ballon" Now mi walkin 'pon dem like floor in a room The first police weh lock mi up fi disrespect, mi was a joy Ask me weh mi do, mi seh, "Artist", him seh mi unemployed Lock me up, mi nuh have no lawyer, so a jail mi sleep inna Now mi pass him inna di Bimma, who a di man, who a di boy? No matter who yuh is, where yuh from, who yuh are Ghetto yute, we need money, nuff house and nuff car From yuh black, you a nigga, every nigga is a star Who nuh like dat, drop a sleep [Outro] Yeah man, from mi link Butler and ting, and, yuh zimmi Mek mi know Killer, and yuh done know, from deso, man ting tek off straight We nah guh 'round Yeah man, so dats why we as a yute, we nuh badmind nuh man Yuh zimmi, cah di gold deh out deh fi every man, b Nuh matta weh yuh do, artist, sportsman Yuh haffi just put yuh head focus, like a camera