Uh, yo

And it's your boy, Kenny Patrick ooh

It is a victory sign that yes, we come from the gutter, gutter, gutter

At a one point in my life, my bread begin touch some butter, butter, butter

I like to talk about the fact that yes when I lost my father, father, father

Those kind things, Be the things in the past, wey, dy make me para, para, para

Oh, yeah

I just want you to know something

E be time, e be time, and the seasons, they nor know me

I like to talk about the fact and to share my testimony