Escobar Lyric by Teejay
“Escobar” is a prominent modern dancehall track by Jamaican artist Teejay (Timoy Jones), originally released in June 2021 on the My Letter to You Riddim. It was later officially dropped as a standalone single and music video in November 2021 through Dynasty Entertainment Group and Attomatic Records.
Escobar Lyric by Teejay
Ghetto yute
Dream big
Dweet big
Every yute a king (yeah)
Ahhh-ahhh
Ghetto yute gwaan mek ‘e loot
Anytime you a rise inna life dem seh a hype
An’ nuh waan see yuh mek it out
Waan nyam fish an’ breadfruit
Mi nuh waan no 21 gun salute
20 billion mi choose
Stack mi ah stack up ‘e bank book, woy
Badmind unuh move, Atto
One billion dollar
Badmind nah hear mi mad out like naggo
Tell me weh dat ago
Greatness inna mi blood, dem haffi guh buil’ a statue
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
Live life, mi nah die young
Mi just a do dis for my sons
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nuh waan live wanted
Haffi set foundation fi di young ones
All when people call dem gunman
‘Cause a di father an’ di place weh dem come from
Jah-Jah guide dem please
All a mi problem inna life
Mi fight dem mi and mi God, none a dem mi neva run from
Mi a do dis from mi young God
Suh mi ole an’ dem call mi ole man
Mi seh wi haffi rich like Escobar (yeah)
Lowe di gun ting an’ lef’ eh war (yeah)
Build di house dem den yuh get di cars (yeah)
Every ghetto yute, wi a star
Yute a time fi mek millions
Nah nuh time fi nuh prison wall
Father yuh see when mi back against di wall
Man wull on like G, yeah mi neva bawl
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
God know mi nah die young
Mi do dis yah for my sons
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted
Yuh zimmi?
Done know, wi got life enuh
Suh man jus ah gwaan mek use a it
Uptop Camp
Juvenile get a strap an’ a lock
14 year old, every shop man ah rob, yeah
Nah gah mi yaad one o’clock
Deh a dance wid di dawg dem, a stop and a chat
Mi sista neva grow like Savannah Blacks
Madda neva see mi daddy suh a one hand ah clap
Mi pray to di father like am on a rock
True unuh nuh know
Nuff time mi cry tears (tears)
Stress to mi brain a too much nightmare (nightmare)
Wi doh got fear (no fear)
Ghetto yute mek ‘e money when time wi out here (out here)
Promise miself seh poor mi nah dead
Ghetto yute, wi fi a fuck nuff gyal, mi nah live wanted
Rich life dat mi pree right now
Mi nah idle out my days dem
God know mi nah die young
Mi just a do dis for my sons
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