(GC) (Dread Pitt) (Emmillienne) Yeah when it’s over We’ll be looking back Thanking God for closure Can’t take control of anything that we’re not even supposed to Let go leave the past behind me (behind) Let go of the broken things (uhuh) Good times you know where to find me Coming out of hiding (yeah yeah) So no excuse I gotta flex On my God He is the best Yeah He better than the rest Can’t compare Him Put it to the test Yes yes Yes I am blessed Came up from the south side My life it was a mess My momma up and left My daddy never rest Left me so lonely Took a toll on me Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet Money pan we mind, so we no care weh dem a say Food afi in a mouth and afi reach yah everyday The look pan mama face dat mek a youth go grip a K Jump aga do porch in a di crep go flip di yay Ready fi the streets mi lickle g, and him and say yeah As him lift it up it’s like a pro how him a sway Uno betta run or hop a fence if you no pay Him say him a big man now, cause di girls dem a say: Raaayyy Big up to my thugs them and the girls dem a Belize All a Beijing dem call the yaadie Trappanese Know fi make a dollar, so a we dem want to squeeze Say them love me long time and ready fi drop a knee If it ain’t about money no bother give we no chat Me no even want sleep, not even go take a nap Have to make it out, even if the clappers have to clap Even in a drought By any means, me rim a flat Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done (not done, not done) Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet Easy no general I beg you pardon A we say cut the government, no trust the parliam Buy me own a food and me no trust the bar them If a no guns a must y gyal how we a bust upon them When ghetto youths a lift up beg you do no bar them Big up down a Calabar, big up Ardenne Big up round a Far Rock, big up Harlem Ghetto youths don’t take what them a give you give them problems Struggle man a struggle trust me it no easy Money have to make even if me have to squeeze it Catch you at the light and no me no have no squeegee One in a the head, 3 points, Beasley Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running No I’m not done Never gonna stop Got my God on me Yeah He for me, yeah He for me He won’t ever leave me lonely, yeeh Hustle man a hustle no mi nah go lay down You think it was a car wash the way it spray down Non a dem no bad the whole a them a bare gums If it wasn’t for music me would a fire bare guns Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done (not done, not done) Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet

(GC) (Dread Pitt) (Emmillienne) (Yo) Yeah when it’s over We’ll be looking back Thanking God for closure Can’t take control of anything that we’re not even supposed to Let go leave the past behind me (behind) Let go of the broken things (uhuh) Good times you know where to find me Coming out of hiding (yeah yeah) So no excuse I gotta flex On my God He is the best Yeah He better than the rest Can’t compare Him Put it to the test Yes yes Yes I am blessed Came up from the south side My life it was a mess My momma up and left My daddy never rest Left me so lonely Took a toll on me Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet Money pan we mind, so we no care weh dem a say Food afi in a mouth and afi reach yah everyday The look pan mama face dat mek a youth go grip a K Jump aga do porch in a di crep go flip di yay Ready fi the streets mi lickle g, and him and say yeah As him lift it up it’s like a pro how him a sway Uno betta run or hop a fence if you no pay Him say him a big man now, cause di girls dem a say: Raaayyy Big up to my thugs them and the girls dem a Belize All a Beijing dem call the yaadie Trappanese Know fi make a dollar, so a we dem want to squeeze Say them love me long time and ready fi drop a knee If it ain’t about money no bother give we no chat Me no even want sleep, not even go take a nap Have to make it out, even if the clappers have to clap Even in a drought By any means, me rim a flat One good chop, body in a bag, go river that Spot a op (BLAP) reload the clip and rally back Them full a chat, dem a coward, full dem a shot Bare funeral, no play ting, remember that Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done (not done, not done) Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet Easy no general I beg you pardon A we say cut the government, no trust the parliam Buy me own a food and me no trust the bar them If a no guns a must y gyal how we a bust upon them When ghetto youths a lift up beg you do no bar them Big up down a Calabar, big up Ardenne Big up round a Far Rock, big up Harlem Ghetto youths don’t take what them a give you give them problems Struggle man a struggle trust me it no easy Money have to make even if me have to squeeze it Catch you at the light and no me no have no squeegee One in a the head, 3 points, Beasley Hustle man a hustle no mi nah go lay down You think it was a car wash the way it spray down Non a dem no bad the whole a them a bare gums If it wasn’t for music me would a fire bare guns Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running Not done (not done, not done) Never gon’ stop Got my God on me yeah He for me Got all the love I’m never going back These demons they attacked, now they running from me Victory The victory It’s tasting so sweet Gotta make it to the top From the ground up Zero to one hundred keep on running No I’m not done Never gonna stop Got my God on me Yeah He for me, yeah He for me He won’t ever leave me lonely, yeeh