Building Up

Yo

[Hook]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day
Half that's tax don

[Verse 1]

I've been a builder since I hit my teens
My Mum and Dad used to window clean but switched up the business scheme to thicken cream
Way before the missing teeth, before I missed the weed
I was little C stripping rooms for a bit of P
You know I grew with it, learned it from my old man and uncle
The whole van was so jammed I'd crumple, myself into the seat for the rumble to side
As my eyes stumbled to open the notion to try come to
Cause when I get there there's no time to check where your feet are stepping through the mess
There's a lot of stress here, unless the cheques clear then we're all good
Constructive building is (???) don't set
Where ever it be, to every teen working relative means
Get your cheddar and dream
To all my 9 to 5 hustlers with intelligent schemes, get your bit on the side and try endeavour at least

[Hook]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day
Half that's tax don

[Verse 2]

So if you're all city, not with the graff I mean working all city putting lofts in some pad
Clocking in at, 8 o'clock with coffee and fags
Or paint splashed on your shirt feeling properly smashed, then get busy
This ones for my builders and traders, the labourers, electricians and chippy's to quick bricky's
And every skint kiddy getting shifts on the side to try and figure the size of their figures and live it in life
Digging for pipes so they finish at five, some survive via cigs and a line, no whine but their isn't the time
I wipe my eyes stick in and grind, a six of recline
With a big fat spliff, my chick, some chicken and rhymes
And that's it, back to work slip this in rewind
If you relate and your days they consist of the type of shit I've described
Then buy my disk for the price, listen through I'm like you
Here's my vision and sight

[Hook]

If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what?
Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!'
But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day
Half that's tax don