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CASHTASTIC lyrics : "Alarm Clock"

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm getting money

Let them boy hate
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

I'm getting money
Let them boy hate


They can't state the reason why they hate me
They're just prejudice
More money more problems

Fam I'm gonna need a therapist
Funny how we prey to God
While tryna get hella rich

Never went to college but don't judge me I'm intelligent

That's the sound of that mac

My n***** really live that life
That I can't talk about in my track
Tryna get out but they are in a trap

They got a little this and got a little that
Them boy just gas anytime they rap
I know for a fact they don't clap no straps


I don't $#&@ with $#&@ boys, I don't $#&@ with $#&@ boys
Talking like they're money up

When deep down they're pocket bruk boys
Talking like it's all love
But I know they do hate

Had to drop a couple friends out cause it hurts me when they're two faced

I grew up in the street but made it through my n****

Real recognise real who are you my n****
I'll take the piss outta the whole click that you're in
Claiming you're the %#@! if your the %#@! then I'm the sewer n****


I can have your girl screaming out
If you don't believe in anything

Dawg you better believe in that
Side n***** all move sideways
Really I don't mind hate

'Cause they don't know what I've got coming
Expectation blind date


I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm getting money

Let them boy hate
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

I'm getting money
Let them boy hate


I'm a six foot black boy
Clean skin no tatts
I know couple road man that got work but they pay no tax

Self employed I pay mine
I don't rush I take time
I Coulda been in pen and I'm the only reason I ain't signed


That's the sound of that ting
I got a couple dawgs in the bing

And they're holding down on that wing
No I ain't perfect but I know God willing
I will be forgiven for all of my sins

And I ensure you that I'm loyal
I put my all in in all that I'm bringin


I don't $#&@ with $#&@ boys
Grew up with them rough boys
Had school in the morning

But them straps were making nuff noise
Nuff noise Rrrrrrrr
Sirens ring off everywhere

R.I.P. somebody round here that area

N**** I'm from Peckham where reality is scarier than nightmares
And nobody don't fight fair
You can lose your life here

Young n**** got that strap on them or they riding round with that knife there
Look how far that I've come
Look at all the %#@! I've done
Videos on TV radio playing my songs
Side n**** all move side ways

Really I don't mind hate
Cause they don't know what I've got coming
Expectation blind date

I'm on my way

I'm on my way
I'm getting money
Let them boy hate

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