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Meridian Dan
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Hey, hey, hey, na-na-na-na-na
Saka, saka, say, saka, saka, saka, saka, ha, hey!
Pushing these Mercs while I push merch
Grew up in the mud, that's now turf
White Hart laying down, know I rep Spurs
Wardrobes full of tracksuits and one shirt
Guess they didn't realise man diverse
Fam, I'm so certi, I can show certs
Think 'bout my journey, that's no curse
It's looking like a gift now, it could've been worse
They say pressure makes diamonds
That's when I had to remind them
Duppies know who they can frighten
I was born broke, son, a migrant
Soon I'll go back to my island
Right now, I work for a time and I always keep striving
See dark clouds and look for the lining
A hustler, that's deep inside him
No dipping toes, not me, man dive in
I'm way ahead, got them thinking that I broke down
In this wide world, repping for my hometown
One of my dons called with the lowdown
Bruh, they thought that my whole ting closed down
I just laughed out loud, I'm loads out
On the street at night, still roll 'round
Try stand in my way, get mown down
I covered all this, that's old ground
Pushing these Mercs while I push merch
Grew up in the mud, that's now turf
Pushing these Mercs while I push the merch
Guess I've been putting in work
Pushing these Mercs while I push merch, ha
Grew up in the mud, that's now turf
Pushing these Mercs while I push the merch
Guess I've been putting in work
From then until now, forever, forever, ever, ever
Nicodemus, tune a demon, super cat and even Shabba
Me deh ya long before the high grade a mix with grabba
Selecta drop the tune and man and woman dance together
Me bredda, no, no, we no fi a fight against one another
'Member when hungry a bite and we could not afford a dinner
A wiz ya, a lighter, a rascal, Moses a liquor
Cotton picker, now we touch the road, them call we jigga
Money nuffa, pull up inna the Rolls or the Beamer
Sim simma, labba labba with the bagga, cha-cha-cha-cha
Inna the big fat Benz, me no ride double decker
Down a Mecca, them call me house wrecker
True we take we Rebecca
From the man weh work at the bank weh a the money checker
Dance, say if you stand inna the way, you'll get pepper
Dancehall and ragga mixed together
The whole place step on fire, you a hear me now ya?
Pushing these Mercs while I push merch (You a hear me now ya?)
Grew up in the mud, that's now turf (You a hear me now ya?)
Pushing these Mercs while I push the merch (You a hear me now ya?)
Guess I've been putting in work
Pushing these Mercs while I push merch, ha (You a hear me now ya?)
Grew up in the mud, that's now turf (You a hear me now ya?)
Pushing these Mercs while I push the merch
Guess I've been putting in work
They say pressure makes diamonds
Can you handle the pressure? It's serious, bredda
Went hat on couple times, now I know better
Ain't even worried 'bout shine, man stellar
Can't write man a letter
I move with the weather and I got a big umbrella
Yo, backwards never, forwards forever
Stand in my way, get pepper
I thought that they realised man did dirt
Go and listen to "I'm From A Place"
Check the place where I am now, recognise man no jerk
Couple times back then, trust me, I felt like a waste
Carried on putting in work
Sat on the curb, me, yes, now I travel this Earth
Man a serious badman, word
Stand in my way, get pepper
Stand, stand, stand in my way, get pepper
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I thought that they realised man did dirt
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