Escobar - Teejay

Ghetto yute

Dream big, dweet big

Every yute a king

Ah, ah

Ghetto yute gwaan mek eh loot

Anytime you a rise inna life dem

Seh a hype an' nuh waan see yuh mek it out

Waan nyam fish an' breadfruit

Mi nuh waan nuh twenty-one gun salute

Twenty billion mi choose

Stack, mi ah stock up eh bank book

Woi, badmind, unuh move, atto

One billion dollar

Badmind nah hear mi mad out like nagga

Tell mi weh dat ago

Greatness inna mi blood, dem haffi guh build a statue

Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead

Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted

Rich life dat mi pree right now

Mi nah idle out my days dem

Live life, mi nah die young

Mi just a do this for my sons

Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead

Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted

Haffi set foundation fi di young ones

All dem people call dem gunman

'Cause a di father an' di place weh dem come from

Jah Jah, guide dem please

All ah mi problem inna life

Mi fight dem god, none a dem mi neva run from

Mi ah do dis from mi young god

Swear mi old an' dem call me old man

Mi seh wi haffi rich like Escobar (Yeah)

Low di gun ting an' lef' eh war (Yeah)

Build di house dem den yuh get di cars (Yeah)

Every ghetto yute, wi a star

Yute a time fi mek billions

Nah nuh time fi nuh prison war

Father, yuh see when mi back against di wall

Man wull on like gee, yeah, mi neva bawl

Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead

Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted

Rich life dat mi pree right now

Mi nah idle out my days dem

Live life, mi nah die young

Mi do this, yeah, for my sons

Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead

Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted

Yuh see mi?

Done know, wi got life, enuh

Suh man jus ah gwaan mek use a it

Uptop Camp

Juvenile get a strap an' a lock

Fourteen-year old, every shop man ah rob

Yeah, nah gah mi yaad one o’clock

Mi ah dance wid di dawg, dem ah stop an' ah chat

Mi sista neva grow like savannah blacks

Madda neva see mi daddy suh a one hand ah clap

Mi pray to di father like am on a rock

Tru unuh nuh know, nuff time mi cry tears (Tears)

Stress to mi brain a too much nightmare (Nightmare)

Wi don’t got fear (No fear)

Ghetto yute mek eh money when time wi out here (Out here)

Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead

Ghetto yute, wi fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted

Rich life dat mi pree right now

Mi nah idle out my days dem

God know mi nah die young

Mi just a do this for my sons