Fallen Soldiers

Backroad stepping, I've learnt my lesson

Always checking my step

The shh might nap him, there ain't no cheffin'

Mum said don't ever leave no mess

Back to the process

Them man are bogus, I'm fully focused, oh no

Gone clear, but I'm really a ghost

Moncler when I'm feeling cold

Still in my right mind, but situations can go left

Too many fallen soldiers, I don't who's gonna go next

Too many man are fake and bogus

Bumbaclart, you'll get kuffed and kweffed

How you arms and you ain't got heart?

How you play chess when ain't you got chest?

Charge it

Bill up your ting and spark it

Knock down doors in the darkness

Click it, bang it, don't pass it

Tiki-taka like Barca

DND, I won't answer

Back the to game, man charge it

PND with the RnB

Expensive pain, talk is cheap

The war is starting

Man ah old-school like Martin

I've seen too many man get martyed

City plunging in darkness

It's heartless and it's taking over

Where's your composure?

I look up to Jehovah and say "Jah Jah, mend my ways"

Somebody pray for me, Jah Jah

Somebody set me free, Farda

Man wanna move like informer

Singing like RnB wah wah

Coming around for me, karma

Can't nobody see

Lift that magazine

It's the rise of the machines

Nobody came in the scene like me

Big smirk on my face, shades on while I blow these trees

Came with O's, but I left with keys

Came with 1, but I left with 3

Don't hang around bills, re-invest these pees in yards and a1 artist

Constant grafting

All of my **** are on a money and madness

Whips and Cartis

Come a long way from stains and hardship

Hungry Spartans

I used to ride around in a Transit van

Like a man sold carpets

Flexing wealth might make you a target, fam

Let a general speak

Leave me in peace, let me generate pees

This generation's peak

I still provide for my streets

Haffi elevate gees

His enemy is your enemy is my enemy

Stand back cah I'm letting him squeeze

Set examples, don't celebrate thief

Still channel synergy when I'm meditating

The war is starting

Man ah old-school like Martin

I've seen too many man get martyed

City plunging in darkness

It's heartless and it's taking over

Where's your composure?

I look up to Jehovah and say "Jah Jah, mend my ways"

Somebody pray for me, Jah Jah

Somebody set me free, Farda

Man wanna move like informer

Singing like RnB wah wah

Coming around for me, karma

Can't nobody see

Lift that magazine

It's the rise of the machines

I've seen gravity get the best of them

And I've seen vanity get the rest of them

I'm with my bro and we're playing chess again

When I met tragedy I took steps again

The more the merrier, ain't no flex again

I feel merrier when there's less of them

Flat tempers, I no give no F for them

If it flops, then I'm doing F again

Martin or Malcolm

My mum asked me how do I feel about music

I might done after the album

I had dreams of getting my foot in the door

But hated it when I got round them

Snakes in the grass

It's cool though, I found them

If it's a Martin thing, I'ma lowe them

If it's a Malcom thing, I'ma scalp them

Same old Jordy like I don't learn from lessons

Me and my bredrin airing the reverend

Like I've been curving blessings

Dirty money dropped into collection plates

Hoping my bad karma's lessened

I don't care what a next man reckons

The family come first and second

Why?

The war is starting

Man ah old-school like Martin

I've seen too many man get martyed

City plunging in darkness it's heartless and it's taking over

Where's your composure?

I look up to Jehovah and say "Jah Jah, mend my ways"