[Verse 1] My style my flow a the hardest Reaping the fruits a the harvest Si mi pon the stage dem cyaa test In a mi full white, mi mic cordless Fi reach my level a the hardest Gully Gaad a lock it regardless Mi sting like wasp, so mi chop like gra** Fi go buy allot a gas is a hard press F cold style mi been you Block the crowd from mi intro Learn from what I've being through What I've being through, what I've being through So mi rise to the top, and a me him cyaa stop So mi rise to the top, ain't looking back [Chorus] Unuh waan si mi stuck, but wi no give a f Unuh waan si mi bruk, caw wi no give a f [Verse 2] Hey the bwoy dem waan si wi d**h Waan out man like cigarette Dem a pree anyweh mi deh, everyweh mi go And a watch every dollar sign weh mi meck Gully Gaad seh a bay millions wi fi get Sufferation time real tugs no fi get So any bwoy try stop mi food right now Bullet dem fi get All a mi link dem circom step Wi no tek talk from soup or spec Mi a mi own boss last time me check That's why dem a pray fi mi fall and wreck Any bwoy weh violate get bullet in a neck That's why dem vex when money meck No ramp [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] We don't give a f about you We don't really care what the f you wanna do Have allot a haters and a me that Anywhere I catch you that's my k**ing spot Wid the hottest girls Gully Gaad wid the hottest verse Mi stay on top and si Genesis Mi never fall off like water surf Mi true to the game like genesis Real pain, real works Now they wanna see mi in a real hearse [Repeat Chorus] [Outro] Jamaica if you love the Gully Gaad you know Am the baddest thing you ever si and everybody know And we don't give a f