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