Oneder

[Verse 1]
Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays
Last night I just done a show, 5 minutes later found myself on the M-way
I wonder what way we’ll go
Bae said I’m too bloodthirsty, I leave my pillow at night to get lurky
I fling on my OFB jersey, but tonight all I wanna do is burn it
You see this life all I wanna do is turn it
Touch road and I’m out on my own and they stepped on my toes so to me it’s all worth it
Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block, we been on the backroads swerving
Who’s [?] on the pavement, bet we gonna miss this turning
Fly out the passenger side, bro asked if it’s dem boy dere he confirmed it
Plus we can rise these skengs, cos the fiends love this dirty
And it ain’t white and purly
That’s all courtesy of O
I can never sleep on the vio, name me a way that the gang can’t go
Ding dong, 125 or ten toes
All of this road that I do, I need me a whole load of petrol
Same way I gotta stick with this paper, like the Underground and Metro
Bae always thinking bout the future, like DJ Esco
And all now she don’t which way I will go

[Chorus]
Keep stacking red notes, or open envelopes
Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go

[Verse 2]
I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight, but I’m still make it happen
I don’t know if I can make it rapping, but I still try make it trapping
Young nigga locked down in streets, plus the most official on the landing
Only now man a talking this opp talk, when it was cracking you was in your Pampers
You don’t know how it feels when your points done a ting and it’s lost that’s a whole ‘nother planet
Lurked over them sides too much, tryna blow man to a whole ‘nother planet
We was doing opp block in designer, that’s drilling in fashion
Don’t get scored on by the gangdem, cah we young niggas drilling with passion
Chinging and crashing
I was 17 handling smoke, I ain’t even know which way it could load
What you know about nights in the T, staring at the ceiling all covered in mould
2 weeks and you ain’t been home, that there’s no fix to bold
You don’t know which way we’ll go, when you’re in jail and your dreams all flattened
Your only aim is to rise in the morning, make sure you have the wing all patterned
Them man been riding them pigeons, come home and they ain’t done nothing but chatting
Only real ones come home and make shit happen

[Chorus]
Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes
Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go
Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes
Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go