Bad Habitz - Building Up lyrics

Yo [Hook] If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what? Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day Half that's tax don [Verse 1] I've been a builder since I hit my teens My Mum and Dad used to window clean but switched up the business scheme to thicken cream Way before the missing teeth, before I missed the weed I was little C stripping rooms for a bit of P You know I grew with it, learned it from my old man and uncle The whole van was so jammed I'd crumple, myself into the seat for the rumble to side As my eyes stumbled to open the notion to try come to Cause when I get there there's no time to check where your feet are stepping through the mess There's a lot of stress here, unless the cheques clear then we're all good Constructive building is (???) don't set Where ever it be, to every teen working relative means Get your cheddar and dream To all my 9 to 5 hustlers with intelligent schemes, get your bit on the side and try endeavour at least [Hook] If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what? Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day Half that's tax don [Verse 2] So if you're all city, not with the graff I mean working all city putting lofts in some pad Clocking in at, 8 o'clock with coffee and f*gs Or paint splashed on your shirt feeling properly smashed, then get busy This ones for my builders and traders, the labourers, electricians and chippy's to quick bricky's And every skint kiddy getting shifts on the side to try and figure the size of their figures and live it in life Digging for pipes so they finish at five, some survive via cigs and a line, no whine but their isn't the time I wipe my eyes stick in and grind, a six of recline With a big fat spliff, my chick, some chicken and rhymes And that's it, back to work slip this in rewind If you relate and your days they consist of the type of sh** I've described Then buy my disk for the price, listen through I'm like you Here's my vision and sight [Hook] If you work a trade or get payed for your days on site, it's real life Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if you slave all day to keep your business alive to get by Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' And if your boss is a nob or your workers are slobs just do what? Shout, 'Gimme the cash don!' But you work for pay or for minimum wage and at the end of the day Half that's tax don