I Hate Byron

This again
Nobody don't even bomboclaat like me nuh, dawg
Oh, God
(Run it again, mhm)

Dancehall most hated
See di pussy dem nuh wan' gimme ratings
Tell mi dead grandpa, me nah go ever fail him
Check in a mi pocket full a dead faces
See me dawg switch pon me, me no claim him
'Cause if me was badmind, me do the same thing
Money nuh change me, me mek a couple changes
'Cause the 'mount a hate and pain weh the fame bring

What the fuck dem want? Dem nuh deh yah fi long
Yeah, me just, just roll out and mi love just gone
Weh the fuck dem want? Since me gone global
Bagga man deh pon mi case but me nuh fuck no man
Tell me what the fuck dem wan'
Have di K's dem a dance like Elephant Man
Tell me weh the fuck dem want
Weh the fuck dem want

We have di riffle pon di scenes for mek you know God
We left yuh soul gone since you think yuh so bad
Jump out, close the door pon di Aura
Squeeze pon di fifty, a never old man

Anyweh dem see us dem yah pole tall
You shoulda know, man, you shoulda know, man
Tell di world seh fi hold on
Violate, you get yuh toe tag

Yo, dawg, me cyaan' even trust mi own pretty bitch
Swandan give me a milli', start fi up di image
Accept mi fate, this life a death, me walking 'round with a stick
Jason Jewelry slave band, eleven grand pon mi wrist
The 'mount a fight dung dem give me like a Chuck Norris
Me cyaan' divorce outta di streets like seh we just married
Everybody love mi home until me touch foreign
Now dem a talk bagga things, oh
Father God, tell me why dem hate me so bad
Come like dem program and dem nuh know man
Tell me what Jesus do to di Romans
A di same thing dem wan' fi do to Byron

Anyweh dem see us dem yah pole tall
You shoulda know, man, you shoulda know, man
Tell di world seh fi hold on
Violate, you get yuh toe tag

What the fuck dem want? Dem nuh deh yah fi long
Yeah, me just, just roll out and mi love just gone
Weh the fuck dem want? Since me gone global
Bagga man deh pon mi case but me nuh fuck no man (never)
Tell me what the fuck dem wan'
Have di K's dem a dance like Elephant Man
Tell me weh the fuck dem want
Weh the fuck dem want

We have di riffle pon di scenes for mek you know God
We left yuh soul gone since you think yuh so bad
Jump out, close the door pon di Aura
Squeeze pon di fifty, a never old man (bap, bap. Bap)

Anyweh dem see us dem yah pole tall
You shoulda know, man, you shoulda know, man

(Oh, God)