[Lyric] Inna Di Ghetto (Intence)

[Intro]
Sky bad, sky bad
Tell yuh bredda, who feels it knows it dawg
Try know dat ya'hear
Mi nuh waah si nuhbaddi
Weh inna necktie A-a-a-and Jacket
Come a tell man bout dis and dat
Breda a wahm to yuh?
A wi inna deh Ghetto yah
And know wah gwaan
Bredaa yuh here dat (dem alright man)
And wi guh tru it to, pass the worst

[Chorus]
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D'even have a gyal a fuck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
[Verse 1]
Har daddy drop a jail from she a seven
(Seven)
By she reach ten, a finger start sex by eleven
Neva ave a father love fi guide har, through di level (jah)
Every man har madda tek, she see dem as devil
Plus di Juvi seh him heart nah nuh love now
A round deh suh him daddy get corn up
An' him swear pon him life
Weh him gwan do
Every shot inna di zig a fi dem
And him nuh plan fi argue

[Chorus]
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D'even have a gyal a fuck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
[Verse 2]
E mount a things weh she been through
(Been through)
And a dis she really into (into)
Prefer gi a quick fuck, collect, live loose
Three, five and seven, all a big youth
She did drop outta school and whole time sorry
Nuh bother form fool she seh hold dem Tavvy
A Father God alone know di burden she carry
Four a dem inna one room, a nuh easy dem have eh

[Chorus]
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D'even have a gyal a fuck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury

[Verse 1]
Har daddy drop a jail from she a seven
(Seven)
By she reach ten, a finger start sex by eleven
Neva ave a father love fi guide har, through di level (jah)
Every man har madda tek, she see dem as devil
Plus di Juvi seh him heart nah nuh love now
A round deh suh him daddy get corn up
An' him swear pon him life
Weh him gwan do
Every shot inna di zig a fi dem
And him nuh plan fi argue
[Chorus]
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D'even have a gyal a fuck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury

[Outro]
(Hssst)
Jah Jah