Overseer

Meetings in the Sky Lounge, marijuana fragrance Blew it in the garden, used to wake up the neighbors Late night mum told me "Put the trash out" That's when I went to roll a spliff and put the mash down My lifestyle tricky, I'm from a mashed 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're trying to 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 honor 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 pairs 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 back, they fold when their kid's missing What you're doing ain't making no sense The feds are going to be on you lad, you mad? I don't give a fuck who's coming for me I'm back Jamie and I'm back for good