Isaac Foderingham-Rudder - Hear Nah lyrics

[Chorus - Da Face] You feel you hard? Well why you sounding emo You feel you sick? Well we go need a pique Like you is it? boy you cyah do what we do Hard local and we bring it by the kilo When we is working, you s**ing finger sleepin When you is working, is lyrics dat you tiefin Like you is Drake, boy why you toting feelings We keep it trini we de realest ah de realest [Verse 1 - Trapstar] Sayonara to dem fakers see you later/ Keep it trini doh give a eff about a hater/ This one to savour/ We getting paper/ Watch out for this like Busy Signal Major Lazer/ The hardest local we selling call it a bag a weed/ Flow have you drowning in water you find it hard to breathe/ Birds giving up the fish/ Man turn to manatee/ We at the head but never fake it like you gyal weave/ Fire when you see me I just giving trini something nice/ Anil Roberts numbers all the deejays want to pull it twice/ Pull up on the track and watch them pull out like they pull a muscle ladies screaming "yes yes" like Munga Honourable/ We on the grind is 99 like matics, it kinda tragic/ Flow automatic and they static in traffic/ See I eh bashing I just being fair nah/ See how the lyrics clearer?/ Now you could listen hear nah...hear nah [Chorus - Da Face] [Verse 2 - Da Face] We eh playing the money spraying when mics off/ Honey giving shade? She only playing the life sport/ Always on the raid, my destiny on the right course/ Hoss you didn't bade and you drowning... hold a life buoy/ Ola ola ola to them haters/ Boy you knowing we don't cater cause that flicking rhyme with haters/ I just playing, I's a flicking super saiyan/ With a ryu super spraying/ Making flood in Port of Spain/ You feel ah stressing?/ You really feel ah stressing?/ I running out of fingers while I counting all my blessings/ Fake friends.../ Does always play they know me/ I drop them like Kes with rollie pollies/ Fadda you eh know me/ I build my music slowly/ You always on the phone pinging people boy you phony/ From Moruga to Maloney/ We leaking tracks like we Sony/ And we steady pa**ing Mike's (mics) like we Kobe/ [Chorus - Da Face] [Verse 3 - Yung Rudd] Hear nah, an imps, that's you dan/ Married to beats but lyrically k**ing my wife...Coolman/ My flow wet like a pool dan/ That's why your gyal blowing me like two fans/ And I rocking out like Duran Duran inside of that poonan/ She working hard for this one eyed monster call she Saruman/ I up at the top/ Y'all Arsenal cyah pa** fourth/ I find you taking longer than getting a pa**port/ To get on my level/ Bring out a hit dan steups/ The lyrical devil, fire ah spit dan oops/ You feelings they hurting/ Like it's a bird when/ She giving birth and/ Pulling the purp in/ Papers for certain, lyrically murk em/ Brethren you s** like a baby nursin/ Dem rhymes I not encouraging/ Only spit tight like virgins/ Must be why I getting birds then/ Call me German/ Rip off that bra, giving she seven/ Men does be asking how they could see heaven... hear nah/