[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