King tell me that farm a barn, no allow me for me put the time on them pon your heart
Stay real when the snitch on go hard, like some hoe go to work, dem know the cripple turn on, turn on, turn on
Hostage, though the money grab me, life full of risk, me have to take it gladly
Me got two bag of food and a couple of chips, jog down the south, chop a hundred and mill
And when we mix them, you no see no bandage, road full of blood, you know we love we badness