Oscuro - Mill Road Riddim lyrics

[Verse 1: Oscuro] Ask me bout my trap game all I do is shrug We're real f**ing dope boys in this game no drug And we know about roads cos that's the life I used to lead Nowadays offered wings every time I go to Zi's Swapped the strap for the pen cos that's where the money lies Success is objective when its not like the money lies All too easy to choose where daddy and mummy lives Or waste years in the pen til they're dead inside Not for yours true I'm already dead inside Spent too many minutes locked up in this head of mine Ever since day my heart's beat ahead of time You know cuz [Verse 2: Oscuro] Every day pagans asking bout the strap I carry Wanting to roll with man with the whip and bally But I told them we ain't about that dilly dally Tight circle not just every Tom, Dick or Harry Never could decide on the calibre of my loader Bang bang like Camden chicken 2 shots game over Have a blind man looking over every shoulder Have police turn up to your mums door like Jehovahs Since 05 P-town's known me as the realest We're repping A-team your mans slumming on the b-list Some man go to pen I brought it to the paper Backing all my boys with every little favour It's like every O I spray gets added to my pay cheque Never change no matter how big my name gets [Verse 3: Oscuro] I'm that trapstar your gally loves the most Not only backing beef boy I'm about to roast Surrounded by bread but we never make toast yeah Pour me a drink make sure it's got ice in They say Ozzie when you gonna have a night in? Post code wars got em' shook so frightening Smoking so much green teeth need whitening Good city I'm just a mad kid Lyrics Cold but you can never catch this So when I holla no pagans better chat sh** Fakes saying Rahhh-man no Abid [Verse 4: YUNG MOALG] Nikes on my feet, b**hes on my dick When it comes to gally I'm smooth like slick rick Coming from the ends where no one makes it Resurrecting hip hop with a full clip Versace print shirt and kappa trackies The long road boys can roll my bakky And I've never been a lackey, more like a king I'm DJ Khaled I'll make you kiss the ring We the best and I mean that I'm a trapstar out of the G pack Take your girl to Helsinki this sh** is cold Tunechi, Drizzy Drake I'm from the same mould My tap flows with the finest artisan Voss, Fiji, smart I'm livin it The Zi's price rise hurt everyone I knew But we'll go to Bos and start a new Algerian community my partna dem And wastemen I'm harsh on them You're barz got 1 star hygiene I'm stuntin on 5, you ite g? Yung Moalg, CB1, Cherry Hinton Netherhall sixth is sh**