Title: “Vendetta Life”
Style: Alkaline Dancehall / Vendetta Flow
Theme: Ghetto youths, guns, drugs, loyalty, betrayal
Vibe: Sleek, hardcore, storytelling, lyrical and thuggish
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[Intro]
Yeah… Vendetta style mi deal wid
Ghetto born, neva switch side
A loyalty or dead fi it
Mi nuh run joke wid mi real life
Dem waan we fall, but we rise
Listen dis yah story...
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[Verse 1]
Mi and Trigga grow inna scheme, same yard, same dream
From likkle bwoy we a shuffle cards, now we push magazine
Used to flip pack pon the corner, now a Glock 19
Money come, loyalty start look like it lean
Mi teach him code: no chat, no switch, just clean
But greed buss brain—now mi hear seh him link wid mi enemy team
Him sell out fi a Benz and a gyal wid a fat supreme
So mi circle late night, mask pon face like scream
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[Chorus]
Inna di ghetto where the youths dem rise or die
Guns buss, trust loss, and madda cry
Friend turn foe, and mi cyah ask why
Loyalty rare like a eagle fly
Mi see thugs turn rat, mi see real ones fry
Mi keep mi steel close, mi nuh blink one eye
From powder to power, we live and try
But betrayal hit deep, mi just waan know why
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[Verse 2]
Mi remember di days, barefoot run through rain
We a buss copper fi di name, now a pain pon pain
Mi bredda dem gone—now mi smoke fi maintain
Still a juggle wid di flame, cause mi cyah be lame
Dem seh ghetto youth cursed, but mi mind insane
Mi build trap like Gaza, and mi aim like Wayne
Badness a code, but mi soul still strain
Mi still talk to God, but mi kno mi chain
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[Chorus]
Inna di ghetto where the youths dem rise or die
Guns buss, trust loss, and madda cry
Friend turn foe, and mi cyah ask why
Loyalty rare like a eagle fly
Mi see thugs turn rat, mi see real ones fry
Mi keep mi steel close, mi nuh blink one eye
From powder to power, we live and try
But betrayal hit deep, mi just waan know why
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[Verse 3]
Now mi lone pon di mission, heart cold, no feelin’
Mi pree betrayal like a lesson, now mi trust ceiling
Trigga meet fate—dem find him inna cane field bleeding
Mi nuh rejoice, mi just bun a spliff fi di healing
Mi still roll wid killers weh silent but deadly
Mi circle tight, mi nuh deal wid envy
Mi granny seh “bwoy, di devil tempty”
But inna ghetto, you fight or yuh empty
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[Chorus - Final]
Inna di ghetto where the youths dem rise or die
Guns buss, trust loss, and madda cry
Friend turn foe, and mi cyah ask why
Loyalty rare like a eagle fly
Mi see thugs turn rat, mi see real ones fry
Mi keep mi steel close, mi nuh blink one eye
From powder to power, we live and try
But betrayal hit deep, mi just waan know why
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