I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah) And they put away my problems I don't sell drugs, I cop em' I be living life all wrong I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh) I need therapy, I'm going

She say she wanna be my main bitch, ayy She say she ready to be famous, yah She say think ready for this life, yeah yeah I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me She say she wanna be my wife, yah You really

We're untouchable Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah mean? We untouchable baby I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes Everyday the sun'll shine

Whine gyal, same way Whine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play Gyal tip, tip, tip, tip pon it Mi love how yuh whine and bubble gyal When you go pon your toe and tip on it Body look tight and right, gyal When you quint up yuh ting and grip on it Treat me

Fire, A say you just caw win you go lose We a warn dem Move yah, pack up and gwaan Move yah, a beg you pack up and gwaan Wah wah yoo, wah wah yo Eternal Fire dutty babylon you a go get bruze Me a warn dem, warn dem Selassie I Gimmi dem remedy the fire fi

No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home One way ticket 'cause I had to show yah Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home So who's gonna tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna

To a fullness 'Ave to express Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor) King of kings Hail di emperor-ore-ore-ore Hail di emperor-or-or Jah that always been I did behold Until the proud was casted down yah

Don't say that, don't say that Don't say that (Word), don't say that (Word) Don't say that (Yah), don't say that (Yah) Shh, be quiet Don't say that shit around them niggas You know that's there? That's Bloc and them Those them niggas that be shootin'

Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth

Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be