Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yaksta
Performer
Kemaul M. Martin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kemaul M. Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Roberts
Producer
Lyrics
(Oh yea-yea-yeah)
(Oh yea-yeah)
(Ooooooooh)
(Lawd-ah, Yaksta)
Nuh man cyaa' sponge pan me enuh bredda
Mi ah duh this fi mi and mi youth dem
And mi family and mi friend dem yu'nuh
(My fans too)
Boastful waste bring hopeful wants
I wouldn't share even though I can
Big and wutliss
Unsharpen cutlist (dull)
Nuh serve nuh purpose all you coulda dead
Have work and still n'ave a bed
It hurt mi trust mi
Cah me nuh like see fuckery
Mek it a foreign an' come back beg
Splurge millions n'ave noweh fi put yuh head
Beg who? Mussi bright and fiesty
Bro you get yuh time and waste it
Suh nuh bada come watch my payslip
Some a unuh just hype and lazy
Mi nuh waah your ratings
True yuh hear mi gwaan wid pure things
Waah put a foot een pan eh greatness
Go and hug your Ma, nuh rate me bro
Hype and bruk (sad)
Banga line naah wuk
Missa Big Drip pipe cork up
N'ave nutt'n but a likes dem love (oh-nah-nah)
Hype and bruk
Di banga line naah wuk
Missa Big Drip pipe cork up
N'ave nutt'n but a likes dem love (oh-nah-nah)
How yuh fi inna fiyuh 30's wid no bank book?
Still a beg yuh madda bredda how dat look?
Instagram clean but reality a poop
Yuh fulla filth like cow back foot
This mi ah try understand
How she a borrow and seh she have a man?
Rum special ina cup, fingers Matterhorn
Run off a foreign and doh have ah plan
Bro, ah your mouth seh suh
Anytime yuh mek it yuh nuh waah see nuh ghetto
Luck gone and eh white gyal leff yuh
A sell drugs and police dem catch yuh
AC hotel, once residence dehso
But dung a yaad not a wackle house mek up
Chop eh line till eh pop, clothes mess up
Run left poverty but hard life catch yuh
Hype and bruk (sad)
Banga line naah wuk
Missa Big Drip pipe cork up
N'ave nutt'n but a likes dem love (oh-nah-nah)
Hype and bruk
Di banga line naah wuk
Show mi ah weh di whip park up
N'ave nutt'n but a likes dem love (oh-nah-nah)
(Boastful waste bring hopeful wants)
(I wouldn't share even though I can)
(You'll have use for all you flaunt)
(When the hay gets wither and the rain stop fall)
(Lawd-ah, Lawd-ah)
(Saint Mary-ah...)
(Bututu, bush, yow Jev)
(Dem dead)
(Hype and bruk)
Writer(s): Jaime Fabian Roberts
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