Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mani Jurdan
Mani Jurdan
Songwriter
Louis Johnson
Louis Johnson
Songwriter
Isaiah Daste
Isaiah Daste
Songwriter
Gabriel Hubert
Gabriel Hubert
Songwriter

Lyrics

Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch 444 on clock 1212 on block got it oven hot Shorties totting glocks blowin like some snot They don't give a fuck! They don't got a lot So they gotta rob That's just how they rock Up that chain & watch everything you got Mama need the guap My family not gon starve Fuck a 9-5 We ain't got it easy so we hustle hard Spirits of the needy swarm us in a hive Begging praying need the solace in my god Can you free me from the traumas in my life? Be my compass seeking guidance on my path Knowing nothing but the struggle to survive See the bigger picture life is a collage Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch Feel it in my soul super saiyan 4 How I'm in my glow Coming from the go where we cannot go That's just how it go All around the globe known for them poles Man my city cold Negative below where vibrations low hearts get froze GDs BDs and the Moe's lords and the 4's Known to go to war for land that was stole Send you to the ceiling with the fan and blow Pray you ain't pray in a land of animals Don't play they gon spray Like they working pest control Day after day it's another funeral Ex'd In a box mom & pop need to console Call god can it stop? But we always left on hold Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch Divine time on the watch Finna blow just watch Telfar above the crotch Tell em get up off my crotch
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