Job for You - Ghetts, Youngsta, Brutal

I got a job for you

And what’s that?

I was saying fuck when I was 1−8

Just came home, touch base

Main road, rough face

Big boat, unshaved

Mind on money

From 15, I ain’t relied on mummy

Take note

I jump back in the drug game

Same old, some how, some way

Follow me as I go back in time

Back to road, crack and coke

Stacking dough, no bank account

Just a shoe box full of cash inside, so

Now you know what my flashbacks are like

Music taking world but at anytime I could go back to crime

Like, I just got a call from, said

«Ghetts, hurry up and get dressed»

«I gotta move and all, we gotta deal with steak out the yard»

«Take out the guard»

And I was like, «Say no more»

Came out my house, jumped in the car

The yard was in inside was similar to Sainsbury’s

Why’s that?

There was a whole lot of food

You know what I mean and

Unique is prove money grows on trees

So, I made the call and sold them a key

(Ah) Cash in my pocket

(Ah) Maximum profit

(Ah) And if man can be bothered

Then I’m breaking the next bits down

and apes, not even old

Tell 'em it’s great, it’s not even close

So, salesman tactics, measuring weight

I got me a load, heroine’s bait

That’s not me anymore, peddling haze

Holler me for crow

Only problem is is when I gotta show

But I know guys that know from the road side

So, I might employ them boys

«Yo, man, I got a job for yous, hear me out

Richie, you do the bagging up

Joe, you be the muscle when Mike’s gotta ride

So let him supply

And Blake make the call when something ain’t adding up»

I got a job for you

Meet me outside in five

And I’ll tell you what you gotta do

I got a job for you

If it goes right

You’ll be happy with the price that I got for you

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It’s like dons on the trap say, that I rap rage

And they can actually relate to what my tracks say

It’s because I chat about the same way they stack cake

In the grimey flat lake, where the cats stay

Noodles everywhere, the floor looking like an ash tray

I ain’t the one or one to clean it up because it was nasty

I got spots that match

That’s where the fiends get their grub

I’ve call it the hard, rough, catfish

I get a half shot at our loft, that day

I don’t really want a bigger line because that’s bait

And dare a nigga try jack me

I’ll put the flamer on when I raise my arm like I want a taxi

They’re throwing rocks at the throne

But they’ll never be a threat

Because ain’t nada can come harder than me and Ghetts

We see the best, fly like easyJet

If you think otherwise, then you’re idiots

The P’s I get, ain’t enough

Nah, I need the richest

And the sick whips when I

That’s why I spend meth plus some on a strip, yes

Trying to cover it with white, like Tipp-Ex

All I do is dial in my young G that’s hungry

And tell him that I need him up in country

And it’ll be fully game-game

Unlike a lot of youts, all I gotta do is say

«I got a job for you»

I got a job for you

Meet me outside in five

And I’ll tell you what you gotta do

I got a job for you

If it goes right

You’ll be happy with the price that I got for you

Job for you

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