[Intro: Capleton (Sample)]

Everybody-ody-ody-ody

Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody

Everybody-ody-ody-ody

Needs somebody, somebody to love

[Chorus: Popcaan]

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life

'Cah man grow rough

Ghetto yute to fight di fight

Dem cyaan hold wi now

Cyaan hold wi down

Dem cyaan hold wi now, ooh

Cyaan hold wi down

Woi

[Verse 1: Kano]

Uh, buss a shot for a real one

I don't mean a gunfinger, buss a real one

Dem free Buju, we was raised on the real dons

Not all these rassclart lil' sumn's, nah

Black suit like I'm dressed for a killing

Steppin' out with auntie, something fresh she be whippin'

All-black Range Rover, all black women

I bet the Daily Mail wan' photoshop a spliff in, ayy

This one here got the summer on smash

Couple hundred plus VAT, do your fucking quick maths

Out of character to gas but it's facts, cuz

I was in Ayia Napa in Gas Club

You can ask Demon and you can ask D Doubz

Representin' East in a sea full of C1s, uh

I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem

We both pop ten bottles of escapism

[Chorus: Popcaan]

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life

'Cah man grow rough

Ghetto yute to fight di fight

Dem cyaan hold wi now

Cyaan hold wi down

Dem cyaan hold wi now

Cyaan hold wi down, woi

[Bridge: Popcaan]

Tell dem a bad man ting

And a yard man ting and a London ting

Bwoy dem wan' man fail

Dem nuh wan' man free, dem nuh wan' man win

Dem know dem can't violate

Cah mi have something weh ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed

Everyday of mi life, I keep smiling

[Verse 2: Kano]

Used to play run-outs every time the sun out

Now they're getting guns out, man are getting run down

Every new day, a new drama, something's gone down

Couple man gone in, but a couple man just come out

So Gucci loafers, we're going out out

Fuck Hakkasan, got J Sheekey's looking ganged out

But we don't twist fingers and we don't wear bandanas

We just drink Henny from the bottle, call it bad manners

Yeah, we're from bad manors, cyaan take the mickey round here

If a boy move iffy 'round here, might clip him 'round ear

Full of dogs and kitties round here

But the gyal dem pretty round here (Oh gosh!)

This is major living

Bore through like Bob with The Wailers with him

Champagne in the dance ah suh we Plague the riddim

Money pull up, make a jockey jack our favourite lyrics

Plus I ain't baby sipping

I'm in the V.I, I don't see none of them (Weh dem deh?)

Might see Ghetts, I see Post, I see Wretch (Chillin', ooh)

I see Bizzle, Dom P, nuttin' less (Wah gwan?)

Hollowman, that's my gunman friend (Pump, pump)

I come here with a couple money man friend (Wheelie dem)

So don't come here with your bottle contest (Problem)

Every month, bills, every week, stress

But we blessed 'cause we made it out the ends

[Chorus: Popcaan]

I'm thankful

Where I reach in life

'Cah man grow rough

Ghetto yute to fight di fight

Dem cyaan hold wi now

Cyaan hold wi down

Dem cyaan hold wi now

Cyaan hold wi down, woi

[Bridge: Popcaan]

Tell dem a bad man ting

And a yard man ting and a London ting

Bwoy dem wan' man fail

Dem nuh wan' man free, dem nuh wan' man win

Dem know dem can't violate

Cah mi have something weh ah sing like violin

I'm so goddamn blessed

Everyday of mi life, I keep smiling

[Outro: Kano & Popcaan]

'Matic ugly like Chucky bride

Anywhere mi go, mi ever have it pon mi side

Run up on the kid, that's suicide

My killy drawn the .45 and do the 35

Champagne pop inna di crib (Sweet)

Dem life yah mi wan' live

Fly-out summers take the kids out the ends

But you can't take the ends out the kid