Musa

Truth is my papi I barely knew him Truth is my nana real gangster ruthless Savage got to give thanks for all this knowledge most of its not learnt in college The drums in my heart the rhythm my blood Sometimes they call it Djembe My ancestors guide and protect me A little conceited you'll never believe it out of my mind your flavor your seasoning Never defeated no I won't conceive it Why would I what is the reason? Do that and it'd be like treason I ain't giving up so easy Now to the top Now to the top momma I'm hot Told you once I get on I'll never stop Bought you the shoes the clothes and the rings, now time to buy you the house of your dreams I'm feeling like Meek on this track Feeling like Meek on this track Now give me that one drop and take me back to Jamaica Don't you diss or else you meet your maker Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent Ah nuh nutten fi give praise so we move in silence Dready dready lyrically ready fi spray the ting just like confetti fetti This aint a stick up its an ambush on your medi' Daddy Ak 47 shooting deadly deadly Now give me that, one drop Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent