Songs of Progress

Erhh
DeBrie dat
Real Son of Madina
Erhhh

From high school days
Been a chop lyrics with mi class room mates
Seh we have a dream and we fight through pain
Now di dream come true We give thanks and praise
Never once inna a day
Doubt the process Almighty God ways
Prep di soulja with Celestial brains
We a study dem tricks and mi know it a game yeah

Big dollar man a pree dawg
Cyaan run shit bwoy yuh a shit bag
And mi go fi that with a three tag
Anywhere mi deh yeah mi juss a sing song
Songs of progress, uplift di youth
Never count dem as hopeless
We a rise and yuh nuh see we So bless
We stack cash while e pussy dem a stuck stress

Fi all who know di Road cyaan still man
Man will buss it in funeral a double dead man
Bwoy get ticket fi go see di creator
Ah nuh print but dat a di form a headshot
No hater no round mi see no faker
Mi know di frenemy a watch fi mi paper
If anuh money see yuh later
Man steady fi paper no time fi go waste now

Big dollar man a pree dawg
Cyaan run shit bwoy yuh a shit bag
And mi go fi that with a three tag
Anywhere mi deh yeah mi juss a sing song
Songs of progress, uplift di youth
Never count dem as hopeless
We a rise and yuh nuh see we So bless
We stack cash while e pussy dem a stuck stress

Big dollar man a pree dawg
Cyaan run shit bwoy yuh a shit bag
And mi go fi that with a three tag
Anywhere mi deh yeah mi juss a sing song
Songs of progress, uplift di youth
Never count dem as hopeless
We a rise and yuh nuh see we So bless
We stack cash while e pussy dem a stuck stress

Big dollar man a pree dawg
DeBrie dat
Real Son a Madina
Lock it on
Yo KV



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Banfro
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