[Intro - Lukie Niya]

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem expect

Nah life ain't nice pon di streets

My yout you better mind how you step

Seen a man have it all and lose it all

Mek mi tell you bout pain inna your chest

Loads of bags pon consignment

That's stress and one bag ah debt

Mek mi tell you "Keep your eyes pon di road"

Eyes pon di sparrow and don't forget your goal

Mek mi tell you "Keep your eyes pon di road"

Eyes pon di sparrow and don't forget your goal

[Hook - Lukie Niya]

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem expect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem respect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

Yeah that's the only ting wah dem expect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem respect

[Verse 1 - Deep Green]

Pussy, money, power so I'm fucking in the shower

I just backed a couple Maggies, I ain't buss in couple hours

Got me stood up like a tower, she be loving all this power

She gon' clutch me and devour, I might fuck her then allow her

Straight back to the block, bitch I got shit to do

Streetlamps having my diamonds looking like Pikachu

I'll take a box on consignment then take a week or two

Flicking through these Z's like a magazine when I beat my tool

I'm switching lanes again, I'm riding solo my nigga

Ain't tryna make a friend, nitties saying it's eight to ten

It's ten-to-eight, so my sons I've gotta take to bed

A little bedtime story then hit the mains again

I had to give 'em that fire so I just linked up with Niya

Remember walking round bummy, now it's drippy attire

Pussy, money, power and respect

Couple things that a trapper won't neglect, you feel me?

[Hook - Lukie Niya]

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem expect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem respect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

Yeah that's the only ting wah dem expect

Pussy, money, power and respeck

That's the only ting wah dem respect

[Verse 2 - Deep Green]

He sees his mama suffering, the bread his boys are buttering

It's enough to make him wanna hit the T and get this money in

Now paper's out he's doubling, his mama's bills he's covering

Feeling like the man of the house when mama cuddles him

Now he's out here running shit, people tryna come for him

He's got a gun with him, gon' punish him if mandem's running in

All this pain and addiction, rage and confliction

Nobody left to blame but the system

[Outro - Lukie Niya]

Cyaan blame di yout dem

Music ah no way fi blame in di yout dem environment

Grow poor round di struggles of di yout dem violence

We nah love our melanin, that's why we full of hatred

Mama nah worry, we ah guh make it outta dis

Pussy, money, power and respect, that's pon dem list

Dat's why dem a chop or dem ah drop inna di bits

If you pon the road mek sure you listen dis

Mek mi tell you "Keep your eyes pon di road"

Eyes pon di sparrow and don't forget your goal

Mek mi tell you "Keep your eyes pon di road"

Eyes pon di sparrow and don't forget your goal