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[Intro]
Yeah
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[Verse 1]
This life tried to fuck me, bend me over, doggy style like a Heimlich maneuver
My middle finger pointed to ya like SMI, I'm a trooper
Try me, I’m Super S on my chest
Back on the wall, grimy, a shooter
The streets amour me, I'm tryna get out like Dan Kaluuya
They made me rich and I'm thankful to ya
Oh, that’s your word? The nerve of you, when you was finished
And flat on your face, who were you turnin' to?
Who gave you the balls to take them Bеnzes
From gripar and flood the common room?
And bare-knucklе fight in the streets like Guile (Sonic Boom)
Now you wanna sweep us the past, I guess you want a broom
You know what I'm sayin'
This ain't O2 when the walls in my home were decayin'
Dodgin' bailiffs, when we was broke and was prayin'
That’s when I wanted a way in
But I was seventeen, I’m thirty-plus now
What if my luck's out? The game’s changed
Really what I mean to say, I've ascended to new levels
The grass is never greener, new levels, new devils

[Chorus]
Money low, devil high, he's a liar
Be it so, get this dough or a three-to-five
All I know, I don't know what’s really real
My omen on me, and this money's my Achilles heel
What's the deal?
The streets always show me love is it really real?
The devil sittin' on my shoulder, tell me how you feel
My omen on me and this money's my Achilles heel

[Verse 2]
I was targeted, followed, jackboys wanted my dome plastered with hollows
My car's under OBO, was goin' hard for my borough
The truth is a G leaves before it ends in sorrow
You're a hustlin' motherfucker, B, you're full of shit
Hustle you love it
Every time you're tugged, your yard is full of bricks
Remember Bristol, the trident in Leicester Square? (Yeah)
Best to respect me, that black Golf lookin' for you in Bexley
And that move in south-west, oh, you thought you was sexy
Now you've got me paro, misdemeanours, my scrapes have been narrow
My family need me, this life is too shady and shallow
You against all for me? I'll only welcome good energy
Options are plenty, future's bright, fuck pussies and frenemies
So, what you tellin' me?
J, it's as clear as Volvic
You've evolved but you ain't too grown to be holdin'
Look at the shit you's involved with
And now it's fuck the hood? That ain't a good shout
I ain't sayin' fuck the hood, I'm just sayin' I'm good now

[Chorus]
Money low, devil high, he's a liar
Be it so, get this dough or a three-to-five
All I know, I don't know what's really real
My omen on me, and this money's my Achilles heel
What's the deal?
The streets always show me love is it really real?
The devil sittin' on my shoulder, tell me how you feel
My omen on me and this money's my Achilles heel

[Verse 3]
I guess you need a moment
You need a drink and some weed and some solace
I need atonement, I don't need to speak with my omen
I need to be alone to scheme and focus
I'm the difference between you drivin' a Jeep or a Focus
All your Rollies, sub with the blue face, new J's
Gucci loafers, bow ties, new chains, you name it
I'm the reason you're fly, don't cut off your nose to spite your pocket
The whole world could be yours, but your life's the deposit
As long as I got my health, I'll figure the blueprint
I got cribs, I'll make bigger improvements
You need bitches and Cubans
Come on Smiles, you hear me clearly
Fuck all of that
Get this voice from my head, I don't need you near me
I'm not supposed to grow? I need your consent?
I'm not supposed to go from where I once went?
Please, this a new road for Joe
Well, some people don't treasure or want your friendship
Whichever road you choose to go down, there's consequences

[Chorus]
Money low, devil high, he's a liar
Be it so, get this dough or a three-to-five
All I know, I don't know what's really real
My omen on me, and this money's my Achilles heel
What's the deal?
The streets always show me love is it really real?
The devil sittin' on my shoulder, tell me how you feel
My omen on me and this money's my Achilles heel