OVERDRIVE

[Verse]
I'm still young with a lot to learn
We earn stripes the way we burn mics
We turned life to something, we gots to earn
I've seen best friends lost and turned
To use drugs with a rock to burn
Their life that was got me hurt
'Cause I'm 'bout to go across the world
I got a property with stocks and firms
But one problem, I lost my girl, it's not worth it
You can probably tell I'm like Oliver Heldens
When I drop, I'm in overdrive
I own the mic, I'm stoned for life
I'm non-stop when I drop
This is hip hop, constant work, ah
I had dreams when I dropped this verse
From couch surfin' to concierge
Had a dream I was never the same
And then I walked down memory lane
I was takin' a step back, makin' a setback
I'mma get the money in a day off M caps
I'mma get the cheese then a jetski
Then in ten weeks, OD, seventeen, seen death, lad
I went Usain with the pack of Jamaican kush
And then I bolt to the dealer
Then I went Bruce Wayne with the bat
Got electrical wires and my voltage'd kill ya
My pack's outta Amsterdam, I got the edible weed
Man to man got incredible steez
Man to man got incredible trees
I got the steez by the billy like I'm Waltzing Matilda
You can't find the fault in my skills, brah
Medicare, bulk for the bills
Still up with the sicker than sick lyricists
Sicker than sick, I'm six-six-six, pop the wheels
I got a brand new push bike, I don't wanna push white
I don't wanna see what a jail cell looks like
Why is it so bad to wanna be the good guy?
Why is it so bad to get up out the hood life?
Be real, my story might buzz
We live within a fucked-up world
That loves to see youth to glorify drugs
I did shows to four or five cunts
Didn't make coin but shut down the set
Then sold the whole tour in four or five months
Now cunts all mad, they forty-five plus
And they still doin' sets for four or five hunge
Let me talk 'cause I got the wisdom
Yeah, I love my life but I hate myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I stay call to the constant mission
To provide a life for my day ones
Yeah, I'm straight up, blazed up with the crops to spliff
Because Chill's got a lot to live with
And brudda, I don't wanna see my brudda with no pots to piss in
Hands down, work 'til I'm rich
Still got ounces, burnin' the spliff
Mistakes get made, my brudda, it's all good
Mistakes, they get made, so you learn from the shit
Yeah, my last girl, yeah, I'd better not say
Mistakes that got made, wanna murder the bitch
But at the same time, we fuck for good vibes
Then baby, goodbye, I'mma swerve to the chick
On a late night, but I don't do date nights
Straight back to the hotel, play time
Got her boyfriend all up on FaceTime (Ahh, fuck off)
Ayy, I can't feel ya
I'mma smoke two blunts and get so high
I don't wanna be a drug dealer
But I still rock Nikes like Slowthai
Kill me, tell 'em that I won't die
'Cause a MC got a buzz like blowfly
So I just watch the time go by
Ticker-tick-tock on a watch, you might blow mine
Argh, money is stressin' me
Pac told me, fuck all my enemies
Don't give a fuck when I'm high
You bruddas can't fuck with my energy

[Outro]
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