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Musa
by D-Andra
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Truth is my papi I barely knew him
Truth is my nana real gangster ruthless
Savage got to give thanks for all this knowledge most of its not learnt in college
The drums in my heart the rhythm my blood
Sometimes they call it Djembe
My ancestors guide and protect me
A little conceited you'll never believe it out of my mind your flavor your seasoning
Never defeated no I won't conceive it
Why would I what is the reason?
Do that and it'd be like treason
I ain't giving up so easy
Now to the top
Now to the top momma I'm hot
Told you once I get on I'll never stop
Bought you the shoes the clothes and the rings, now time to buy you the house of your dreams
I'm feeling like Meek on this track
Feeling like Meek on this track
Now give me that one drop and take me back to Jamaica
Don't you diss or else you meet your maker
Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent
Ah nuh nutten fi give praise so we move in silence
Dready dready lyrically ready fi spray the ting just like confetti fetti
This aint a stick up its an ambush on your medi'
Daddy Ak 47 shooting deadly deadly
Now give me that, one drop
Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent
Truth is my papi I barely knew him
Truth is my nana real gangster ruthless
Savage got to give thanks for all this knowledge most of its not learnt in college
The drums in my heart the rhythm my blood
Sometimes they call it Djembe
My ancestors guide and protect me
A little conceited you'll never believe it out of my mind your flavor your seasoning
Never defeated no I won't conceive it
Why would I what is the reason?
Do that and it'd be like treason
I ain't giving up so easy
Now to the top
Now to the top momma I'm hot
Told you once I get on I'll never stop
Bought you the shoes the clothes and the rings, now time to buy you the house of your dreams
I'm feeling like Meek on this track
Feeling like Meek on this track
Now give me that one drop and take me back to Jamaica
Don't you diss or else you meet your maker
Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent
Ah nuh nutten fi give praise so we move in silence
Dready dready lyrically ready fi spray the ting just like confetti fetti
This aint a stick up its an ambush on your medi'
Daddy Ak 47 shooting deadly deadly
Now give me that, one drop
Never seen a sweeter place but the youth them violent
