Bam (feat. Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)

Now greetings to the world

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard, no

Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard, huh

Too much watchie, watchie, watchie

Too much su-su su-su-su (Ah wha?)

Them chatty, chatty, chatty (Fuck all)

Them su-su su-su-su (This pretty Shawn Carter shit, ****)

(Hov')

Shawn was on that gospel shit

I was on the total fuckin' opposite

Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer

That's a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off

Y'all be talkin' crazy under them IG pictures

So when you get to hell you tell 'em Blanco sent ya

I can't take no threats, I got a set of twins

Those were just some words you'll never hear again

For the final time you don't believe these fools

I've never seen a worker rock so many jewels (Never)

I've never seen the runner with so many cars (Never)

Y'all couldn't stop me, you're not as tough as you say you are

My advice is just don't be too nice to ****

Just set the price so ****'ll live your life, my ****

Once upon a time in the projects

Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex

I was in fight mode, oh, now it's "Fuck me, mijo"

I was movin' them kilos, help you move your peoples

Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools

Who they effin' with, and we got FN's too

Before we had A&R's, we had AR's too

We the only ones really movin' like y'all say y'all do

We still movin' like y'all **** say y'all did

Emory passed you **** and he did a bid

Ty Ty jumped over ****, he like 5'6"

Got the heart of a giant, don't you ever forget

Don't you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin'

I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard

Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard

Too much watchie, watchie, watchie

Them su-su su-su-su

Too much chatty, chatty, chatty (Fuck all)

And them su-su su-su-su (This pretty Shawn Carter shit, ****)

(Hov')

Put that drum to your ear, don't get Sremmurd

I'll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of

**** could not be further, I fathered your style

Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style

Uh, y'all make me turn up all this talkin' down

Uh, **** is skippin' leg day just to run they mouth

I be skippin' leg day, I still run the world

I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curl

I'll line you all up with one finger wave

Make **** weave, **** is out here fake

Laced front to the back, don't front

Y'all gon' make me wig, I'ma give y'all what you want, uh

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard

Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard

Too much watchie, watchie, watchie

And them su-su su-su-su

Too much chatty, chatty, chatty (Fuck all)

Them su-su su-su-su (This pretty Shawn Carter shit, ****)

Can't you see it's my ambition? (Hov')

I come to nice up the whole nation

What a bam bam, yeah

Lord, ah mi say what a bam bam

Do it, Jay

Can't you see it's my ambition?

I come to nice up the whole nation

What a bam bam, what a bam bam

I don't give a goddamn

I don't give a goddamn

When mi come ah dance, have my spliff and Guinness

Yow, crowd of people, go and mind your business

This a hunting season

Mek ah I tell you hunting season

Well, I tell ya something season

Yow, this a hunting season

Cake and dumpling season

Spinners and dumpling sea–, heh

Don't play by the King

Love is all I and I bring you know

Voice of the one pon gully banking

Top ranking, keep it skanking

Ooh wee, ah-huh

Hear me now