[Chorus: MIK]
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
[Verse 1: Merky ACE]
Young A from around the way
Would've thumped you in your mout from day
Would've digged your girl out from day
Nobody's pickney, that's how I stay
See, I play too much, in the game, EA
Got the blade in my pouch and the clutch is an eight
We ain't blazing the Dutch, get that sand out my face
Got the bluey in the Blueys and a touch of the haze
If you weren't gonna blow, you should've tucked it away
I wouldn't stunt if I knew I was a c*nt like you
I would run up in my yard with my FT crew
Get your fam tied up and your bredrins too
Nobody speaks, nobody moves
If everyting cool then nobody shoots
But either way, we're leaving with the belly
Call me, I've got that smelly
Come and have a whiff when you're ready, it's deya
[Verse 2: MIK]
Sick ting, come in the place, I'm like big ting? Yeah
Try take one of my Gs for the victim? No
Money upfront, that's what man are screaming, yeah
Any funny business, watch how the ratchet blow, watch how the ratchet blow
Jesus, creepers, I'm one of them ocean deepers
Gyal see me in the rave with a JD and Coke in my hand, I'm one of them geezers
Biscuit beaters, heated seekers, anti cheapers, keepers' keepers
Man wanna know the price of the Air Force Ones, I said they're expensive sneakers
[Chorus: MIK]
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
[Bridge: Merky ACE]
Yeah, OK, war ready, I step steady on any curb that I walk on
Thought you saw me off point, cuz? Then you thought wrong
No money upfront? Then donny, it's long
I ain't tryna hear that
Level we're on, you ain't nowhere near that
Push it up high when it's levels and get slapped
Into the sky, we're the ones you fear
FT, man know what it is when we're here
[Verse 3: Merky ACE]
The level I'm on, you can't match
Creep in like somebody left the door on the latch
I was born to attack, get a thorn in your back
Hold corn in your cab if you think
That you're gonna get away with your slab
Man's taking all that, ain't no getting back
Like give me that P, give me that stack
Open a part, then you're gonna fall flat
No man from nowhere but they know that
I caught the yout tripping and he got blown back
I was raised by co*kroaches and rats
You was running in and out of the cracks
Crept up to the surface, still in all-black
Them Pet Shop Boys can't talk to the cat
Dem dibby little pup can't talk to the dargs
I stay strapped like a sarge
Man got bombard for acting all hard
[Chorus: MIK]
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
We don't care what dem man haffi say
We don't care what dem gyal haffi say
[Bridge: Merky ACE]
Yeah, OK, war ready, I step steady on any curb that I walk on
Thought you saw me off point, cuz? Then you thought wrong
No money upfront? Then donny, it's long
I ain't tryna hear that
Level we're on, you ain't nowhere near that
Push it up high when it's levels and get slapped
Into the sky, we're the ones you fear
FT, man know what it is when we're here
[Verse 4: Merky ACE]
Yo, man are just floating
Ours man up, f** verbally a**aulting
I'm the bad luck you've been wishing and hoping
That you avoided but I've been scoping
See me on the front line coasting
Front line ACE on the front line holding
You can get left open
Your mout should've been closed, not open
Collect your items like token
All them paper soldiers, man fold 'em
Burn 'em, scold 'em, craft 'em, mould 'em
Italic and bold them, lean up
Step steady, keep up, better yet, catch up
You ain't no match up
Break man down till he can't get back up
Caught man posting on phone about backup
Touch