Lyrics Job for You - Ghetts, Youngsta, Brutal

Job for You

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
Job for you
Job for you
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I got a job for you
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Job for you
I got a job for you
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
Job for you
Job for you
I got a job for you
Job for you
Job for you
Job for you
I got a job for you