[Intro Voice note]
See that there yeah, that there is serious tings fam
I salute you fam, keep up your good, keep up the good work
And the things is, you're not even a road man
You’re just a normal city guy, I know you're not in the city but
You're just a normal guy, thought fuck it
And it’s proper tings fam
So, do whatever you can bruv, trust me
[Verse 1: OFFCOURSE]
Uh, got a few people supporting me
But I can name a few that probably really hate the rapper me
But I guess it's just the industry
Ain't liking what I post cos they ain't getting my delivery
Pullbacks and uptrends and where the spread exists
I always hedge against my risk
Pardon me, my bad, that's just my trader language
I was doing all my shit before your BIT established
Yeah we tryna get a Vanquish, Uh
Until then you might find me overseas
Eating shrimp in Mozambique
If you asked a year ago I doubt I would believe
That I'm cold at this whole rapping thing with 2 Degrees
Yeah I rap with 2 Degrees
Did it myself out here with no connections
I took some wins and some losses
And I learned some lessons
But I'm still counting money, counting luck, counting friends
And I'm definitely counting blessings
Lay low, work hard, these days you’ll never see me
100k a year I still can’t buy a Lamborghini
But it's just enough to buy a home
Can’t get me on my phone
I'm up in Harrods buying Saint Laurent, Uh
My brother you can miss me with the stress
I swear to god I want my family set
My brother I'm just tryna be the best
And eat these burgers on a Jet
Yo shout-out to my nigga Krept
Sky dwellers was our motivation
Yeah I look at these niggas like who you motivating?
You can keep your Tecs and your 44s
Cos the straps are Patek
The cribs got 4 floors
We're adding more
But thats another story
All these rhymes about your blades
Yeah they really bore me
You know these tool lovers, drill runners
Everywhere I go it seems like everyones a MC Hammer
I guess they only rate the gang banger
Or a verified trapper
So what I’m not a rapper?
Cos I ain't selling O's, touching hoes
Or getting on the gram and telling every body "free my bros"
But free my bros though
A couple mates in couple can's
They wanted mo dough
Cos we had no dough
Had to choose between moving straight
Or moving Narco Or tryna be Ronaldo
Was never Messi kept my record clean
Staying off the road was kinda like a whole regime
And now our meals are Micheline
We busy dodging all the fakes snakes and Billie Jeans
Trying to finesse the team
They dipping out when you start talking
But they quickly pulling up when you start moving
They want the spot when their shits dropping
But they won't push me all the way they want me half-reppin
Excusez-moi can I speak my facts
A couple people out here fronting like they got my back
As a matter of a fact
I'm never judging what you say
I'm judging how you act
But these ain't auditions
I saw the rendition but I want the lead role
Now I'm in the scene bro
I'm coming for these p's bro
And I'm serious I'm never funny
I spent a grand on some cologne
I guess I'm spraying money
Yeah, and we never slipping
A couple G's will drain your pockets where you keep on dripping
And we do the furthest from showing off on purpose
Thats how you getting caught probably get your jewellery serviced, Uh
But thats the street life
Swear on my own life I do this in my sleep twice
And my bars are real nice
And we still serving
I'm staying in my own lane bro I'm never swerving
Yo this industry's a funny place
I only been in it a minute got a bad taste
Tell you what I really hate when they don't reply
Then they comment on your picture saying thats my guy
I got them mad flows but will I carry on with rapping only lord knows
I'm just here with my amigos
And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O
And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O
Yeah, i'm just here with my amigos
And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O
