From Zero

[Verse 1: OzzCash]
I told Tormz, "I weather storms", like I'm Zeus or Poseidon
Got me angry, put my hood on, get me red and I'm riding
Pack landed down from LAX, it's money I'm piling
Put my runners on in summer, I've got infinite mileage
My phone encrypted, got me conversating packs with the pilot
Get them static ones gone and then get more in a hurry
Told my plug, "Just chuck the load and leave it with me, don't worry"
Tryna hit a clean move like I'm Lee Brahim Murray
Or like I'm Gusto Gaviria, my shooters coming from Syria
I see a ton in Almeria
I know you say your plug's good but my plugs are superior
We sending packs to Nigeria
Land a dozen pounds, brudda, spread the word like bacteria
Came up tryna play ball, instead, I ball in the T
I'm with the trappers, talking routes, I make the label for P's
I got my foot on their necks, I ain't letting them breathe
Me and bro was rolling dice, he put that shit on his sleeve
I'm putting fifty in this box and then I pray that it lands
I came up selling these grams, you niggas stay on the Gram
I'm offing work like I'm Montana when he beefing with Frank
I'm doing sit-downs with a scammer so I'm bringing my shank
I talk logistics with the Spanish, they say, "Bueno, amigo"
I was running down that beach with a bag full of kilos
Put that shit on the trolley, send it ends with a reload
Me and Torm ain't gonna make it cah we came up from zero, it's Cash

[Verse 2: Little Torment]
I was only fifteen when I moved out the crib
I was only fifteen, first time I blew shit down with a stick
Yo, these are big dreams, ain't talking moving outta the bits
Or Chrome Heart ripped jeans, another six quid on my hip
But this one kills dreams, I hold my block up like a steel beam
On the landing but it's still Gucci sliders and still Celine
There's no burn this week but there's still some green
I gotta write this shit in such a way that they feel and see it
I been knowing I'm supposed to do this shit and I still believe it
Even if I gotta wait for this blessing, I'll still receive it
Shoulda never gave that bitch a baby, I knew she was trash
Scully told me, "Hold that little change, bro, you're doing the dash"
I ain't the one, I don't know who they thought they was playing with
I ain't about to be up on the landing explaining shit
There ain't no way people say I should be in here
'Cause I broke a thirty-two inch TV and a chair
Fuck it, I'm on the run, I hit my boy Ozz like, "Let's get it done"
That's little bro like mum had another son
Never let these people make you feel like you can't, bro
I'm OTR but the convoys still look like a car show
Life darker than charcoal, my nigga, I just want that P like Marlow
Cold game, cold streets, my heart froze
And I don't know if I'ma be back before winter
They say, "Life's a game", if so then I'm having a stinker
Half a mill in cars on the strip, just T and OZ
Smoking Cali like we're in LA, just trolling the feds