Eyes Are Red
I'm hungry for a purpose of making governments nervous
Won't spend my life bowed down and flipping burgers
A top earner like one of the Bilderbergers
Billionaire mindset without the evil purpose
In the city where the young gods end up in the hearses
Girls bring flowers and sing up in the churches
Seen kids with talent on the mic getting murdered
Over fights, over girls, over shit that wasn't worth it
This ain't another la la this is a burner
Another song for the squads up in London
Dedicated to hustlers, jugglers and workers
Who want the queens heads, know what I mean dread
Get rich or die trying means he's dead
With all these chicken heads trying to eat bread
So many brederin lost in amphetamine
Cocaine and heroine brings em to their knees dread
On their last legs sick in the ends
Shottas in the area are whipping BMs
Got to do suttin if you want to eat dread
Everybody in the city they want the queen's head
Money on my mind till my eyes turn red
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
So I hustle like my mum, hustle like my father
Hustle each night for a brighter tomorrow
I guessed that's my karma the way that they made me
Hustling to put some steak in that gravy
For the fam overseas send a money gram
Try to make the airfare each and every day b
English man with an American Dream
Fuck 40 acres and a mule
That's what they're telling man in school
And I don't want to be a slave G
I'm getting paid off these schemes cause I crave P
South of the river Thames making dividends
Investment's local, reaping shit global
Transport this product to each and every ends
Dickens in the pocket check out the total
Rolling with a stack of pics of Elizabeth
Saving more than that dude from Nazareth
Make the balance rise up like Lazarus
In this city being broke is hazardous as cancer is
Money on my mind till my eyes turn red
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
Won't spend my life bowed down and flipping burgers
A top earner like one of the Bilderbergers
Billionaire mindset without the evil purpose
In the city where the young gods end up in the hearses
Girls bring flowers and sing up in the churches
Seen kids with talent on the mic getting murdered
Over fights, over girls, over shit that wasn't worth it
This ain't another la la this is a burner
Another song for the squads up in London
Dedicated to hustlers, jugglers and workers
Who want the queens heads, know what I mean dread
Get rich or die trying means he's dead
With all these chicken heads trying to eat bread
So many brederin lost in amphetamine
Cocaine and heroine brings em to their knees dread
On their last legs sick in the ends
Shottas in the area are whipping BMs
Got to do suttin if you want to eat dread
Everybody in the city they want the queen's head
Money on my mind till my eyes turn red
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
So I hustle like my mum, hustle like my father
Hustle each night for a brighter tomorrow
I guessed that's my karma the way that they made me
Hustling to put some steak in that gravy
For the fam overseas send a money gram
Try to make the airfare each and every day b
English man with an American Dream
Fuck 40 acres and a mule
That's what they're telling man in school
And I don't want to be a slave G
I'm getting paid off these schemes cause I crave P
South of the river Thames making dividends
Investment's local, reaping shit global
Transport this product to each and every ends
Dickens in the pocket check out the total
Rolling with a stack of pics of Elizabeth
Saving more than that dude from Nazareth
Make the balance rise up like Lazarus
In this city being broke is hazardous as cancer is
Money on my mind till my eyes turn red
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
If it don't make pounds then it don't make sense
If it don't make pounds then it don't make money
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Writer(s): James Webb
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