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Youngs Teflon – Overseer lyrics
[Verse]
Meetings in the Sky Lounge, marijuana fragrance
Blew it in the garden, used to wake up the neighbours
Late night, mummy told me put the trash out
That's when I went to roll a spliff and put the match down
My lifestyle tricky, I’m from a matched town
Late nights was blunts, early mornings was hash browns
Egg muffins with the luggage 'cause we gotta go
We the '96 Bulls, fam, we on a roll
Before the mixtapes, it was Sellotape
Robbery time, you couldn’t tell me I could sell a tape
Back when my days used to start with some Ready Brek
Had to levitate, put my mind in a better state
Givenchy sneakers on the ward cah they fit proper
Switched styles, now I've gotta see the 'fit doctor
I ain't sick, brothers
It's like they tryna plot a hit on us
Gucci snorkel, extra clips on us
Driving through my town, it's all gentrified
But when I was in my teens, they were petrified
I'm a simple guy blessed with a rebel's mind
Moving like an old king, I need seven wives
I need men of honour ’round me, I need good credit
They’re living fast and dying young becah the hood said it
Washed, old, and still living off of buj debits
Ain't no beef I’d still have if I could dead it
The boy king, the professional, the overseer
I told you hustlers don't die from my older years
They love to gossip on the ends but won't go in there
I teach the youth but learned the game from my older peers
The commission, no intermission
No intermediates, held class, but they didn't listen
Now we far out on a big mission
We need the big bag, they fold when they kid’s missing
[Outro]
What you're doin' ain't makin' no sense
The feds are going to be on you like mad
I don't give a fuck who's coming for me
I'm back, Jamie
And I'm back for good
Meetings in the Sky Lounge, marijuana fragrance
Blew it in the garden, used to wake up the neighbours
Late night, mummy told me put the trash out
That's when I went to roll a spliff and put the match down
My lifestyle tricky, I’m from a matched town
Late nights was blunts, early mornings was hash browns
Egg muffins with the luggage 'cause we gotta go
We the '96 Bulls, fam, we on a roll
Before the mixtapes, it was Sellotape
Robbery time, you couldn’t tell me I could sell a tape
Back when my days used to start with some Ready Brek
Had to levitate, put my mind in a better state
Givenchy sneakers on the ward cah they fit proper
Switched styles, now I've gotta see the 'fit doctor
I ain't sick, brothers
It's like they tryna plot a hit on us
Gucci snorkel, extra clips on us
Driving through my town, it's all gentrified
But when I was in my teens, they were petrified
I'm a simple guy blessed with a rebel's mind
Moving like an old king, I need seven wives
I need men of honour ’round me, I need good credit
They’re living fast and dying young becah the hood said it
Washed, old, and still living off of buj debits
Ain't no beef I’d still have if I could dead it
The boy king, the professional, the overseer
I told you hustlers don't die from my older years
They love to gossip on the ends but won't go in there
I teach the youth but learned the game from my older peers
The commission, no intermission
No intermediates, held class, but they didn't listen
Now we far out on a big mission
We need the big bag, they fold when they kid’s missing
[Outro]
What you're doin' ain't makin' no sense
The feds are going to be on you like mad
I don't give a fuck who's coming for me
I'm back, Jamie
And I'm back for good
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