Overseer

Meetings in the Sky Lounge, ********* 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 mash down

My lifestyle tricky, I’m from a mashed town

Late nights was blunts, early mornings was hash browns

Egg muffins with the luggage cause we gotta go

We the 96 ***** 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 cah they fit proper

Switched styles now I've gotta see the fit doctor

I ain’t sick brothers

It's like they're trying to 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 becah 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 pairs

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 back, they fold when their 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 **** who's coming for me

I'm back, Jamie

And I'm back for good