From: Oli! Video (MV)

(Yeah this beat cold, empty pockets no holes)
I'm feeling my pockets in my jeans, like I'm feeling this beat
Looking for the notes, the cash, 'n the p's 'n the g's
Yeah the p's 'n the g's like paigon's
I'm waiting on this money like patient
Balance looking low like vacant
I hope this lifestyle pays off, and I'm dodging the pain like maze run

I used to lie about my rap life
Yeah I'm doing music ain't that tight?
Oh, me? Nah I'll probably get some other fella to spit bars
Focus on beats, like f*ck that, my pen's to the paper like class
Mouth to the mic and a tab to the tongue like Chance
Eminem, London fused like mixed paths
Waiting on positive feedback like "Miss mark"
Give me that hundred percent
Truth is you can't please everyone
If I stopped when someone said stop I'd be done, I'd be dumb
When their mouths opened I chucked off my shoes like run, and I ran

Man I never wanna be in your shoes
You're a nobody begging from the man who pays you
Imma have an enterprise that's true
People like "when's Oli's next track he's lit"
I'm like I'm sitting on certi' tracks this year
Keep your eyes and your ears peeled
Open your heart and your mind, feel
Step 'round all my tracks like you're running through a mine field
Emotionally charged, yeah you're running through my mind still AHH

Now my brain can barely remember our best moments
My cranium is faded and not bold and I'm losing friends like they're stolen, I guess I keep the love in my heart and not the phone that I'm holdin'

You see that zoot that you're smoking?
It's dangerous, it's potent
Especially, when you're alone 'n deep
It's the only thing that stays 'cos you're broken

Candlelit beats with a voice from a street
Where I grew up with the Oyster card and listened to the beep
Grew up with the gossipers and listened to the beef
Like music to my ears they'll bleed
Rather be alone in my room f*ck sleep I'll dream
Rules are a myth oh please
Don't give a f*ck yeah f*ck the police
(Don't give a f*ck yeah f*ck the police)

You could come back where you left us
But I'm afraid the locks no longer fit with your keys
Come have a tour of my life still
Lemme do it through speech
Stuck on repeat in my reality
Same routine like CCTV
I'm a prisoner but I choose how I feed
You'd say "water with a 'T' if you please"
We say 'watah' like no 'E' when we speak
Cannibalistic dietary needs
I walk with a limp, I kill within my breed
Stepping on my own when I'm rapping on a beat
With Andy on a sole of the shoes upon my feet
Snake with the words 'cos I hiss with my teeth

And the only Benz I ever had came in a baggy
Only Benz I ever saw was owned by my Daddy
That's before he went off packing
Bet there's no begging for the rizz
We buy, Raw, corner shop packs
Just know the fumes hit my brain and I put it on a track
That's facts that's facts that's facts