Overseer

Meetings in the Sky Lounge, marijuana fragrance Blew it in the garden, used to wake up the neighbours Late night, mummy told me put the trash out That's when I went to roll a spliff and put the match down My lifestyle tricky, I'm from a matched town Late nights was blunts, early mornings was hash browns Egg muffins with the luggage 'cause we gotta go We the '96 Bulls, fam, we on a roll Before the mixtapes, it was Sellotape Robbery time, you couldn't tell me I could sell a tape Back when my days used to start with some Ready Brek Had to levitate, put my mind in a better state Givenchy sneakers on the ward 'cause they fit proper Switched styles, now I've gotta see the 'fit doctor I ain't sick, brothers It's like they tryna plot a hit on us Gucci snorkel, extra clips on us Driving through my town, it's all gentrified But when I was in my teens, they were petrified I'm a simple guy blessed with a rebel's mind Moving like an old king, I need seven wives I need men of honour 'round me, I need good credit They're living fast and dying young because the hood said it Washed, old, and still living off of buj debits Ain't no beef I'd still have if I could dead it The boy king, the professional, the overseer I told you hustlers don't die from my older years They love to gossip on the ends, but won't go in there I teach the youth but learned the game from my older peers The commission, no intermission No intermediates, held class, but they didn't listen Now we far out on a big mission We need the big bag, they fold when they kid's missing What you're doin' ain't makin' no sense The feds are going to be on you like mad I don't give a fuck who's coming for me I'm back, Jamie And I'm back for good