Lets get the money, lets get the fame,
do it for the glory forget the pain/
Keep hustling, all my niggas with the guns keep bussing'em,
if thats how you get it in/
Weighing up your food on the table making moves when your able,
breaking bread making sure the crew never hate you/
Event though some of them will,
fuck around spiteful muthafuckas get killed/
Tooken out, Youngens on the corner of the block looking out,
feds approaching but the zoot we never put it out/
Keep blazing,
the scent from my ganja is so amazing/
Moved a couple pounds back in the days
Aint never scared to get back to my ways/
Covert, give me the skirt, I get the shit delivered,
chop it up get it out then we split the figures/
Weather slow or quick, with this work I hope you know your shit
or be prepared to hold your grip/
Stick or squeeze,
Certain situations ain't no time to bitch or freeze just get it/
Or be the unfortunate one who needs a medic,
no stopping until we got it thats how we set it/
Chasing paper like the money's on a treadmill,
We all on a quest here to get mils/
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024