It's a little truth, growing up as a youth Mama always told me make money, get that loot
Speak up or you rise, and never you be a mute
Never you be a mute, never you be a mute
When me turn I reach and me spot dem
These are the days we find the times, the means, the ways, the obstacles I trap dem
Me coulda be one of the youths with the shop dem and run through the scheme, broke all the shop dem
Me coulda loot and shoot but me choose music over acting
Me go top dem, get the youth