Six.
Activate, you know.
Bars up, bars up, bars up.
the bar.
One me back for the post-mortem
Me no frightened for nobody a heed a ***
Have a chip inna me glock and me will squeeze pon ***
And none a Jesus ***
Me will leave man dead, me a real problem
Boy give me check inna me place a fled
Feel me no know *** a par with the feds
But a money power
6
Yeah
More a million,
more a million,
cause we want bad
We want more a million,
more a million,
cause we want bad
Yeah
Nobody
no give me bum buckle a chat Me a real boss cause me call shots
Monster done have me dog dog We deff
on a different level so we can't go
far back Money affi mix so we farm crop
Big Benz pull up and jaws drop A feds unno call cause me dog chop
In farm a the worst start, so me start drop
Jacobus face a wall crack
Me a drive through the city a me non stop Me mad inna me head,
pill start
Me no frank,
me free crutches,
dirty bitch,
wall a hard box
When you * any girl you will salt bad
You will * inna your clothes a start mad
Me love family like Tamiya,
Marshall,
Yoko's boy Tell Bobby get the Ras back
More a million,
more a million,
cause we want bad
We want more a million,
more a million,
cause we want bad
Want more a million,
more a million,
cause we want bad
Bad, bad
Real bad
You no have the right to compressed all my life
Hold and.