Off To Work

[Intro]
Yo, I gotta learn how to, like, project my voice
Without, err, when I'm tryna like, read my lyrics and shit at the same time
You know what I'm saying?
Maxsta, it's the Maxtape 2, you already know what's going on man
And this one's for my everyday dreamers, man, you know what I'm saying?
Anyone that feels like they should be doing more than they are
We're gonna get there, trust me dawg

[Verse 1]
Feels like I ain't got time for nothing
Me and my friends on the grind for something
Voice in my head said "your time is coming"
Got anxiety but my eyes are shutting
Life of a 20-something
Drugs, work, and steady loving
Pop pills and stress for nothing
Text from my ex just coming
We all got millionaire dreams
But we never came from wealth
Living in the inner city's like a cage itself
20-somethings gotta brace yourself
They're tryna tell you about inflation and property prices while you think about paying your student loan and you got real stress on your mental
That you're just expected to get through

[Hook]
Off to work
Lurk, chasing something that might not exist
Praying it works
My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs
Off to work
Credit score is like 456
Debt collectors sending letters to your crib
But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich

[Verse 2]
Gotta be thankful
'Cause up in my ends already seen a lot of young minds dismantled
My girl want a wine-n-dine by a candle
And ask my angle, I tell her I'm a handful
But I ain't a damn fool, I study the world
To understand you, bro, I study myself
Got me in love with the girl sitting in front of me
Drawn in by your [?], your love and your modesty
And you wanna fly first class, not in economy
Putting in shifts for the fam like Cindarella
And on the weekend when you transform and come alive
Then it's Monday, back to the grind
And you're sitting at your desk, thinking this better not be life forever
Working for somebody else's dreams like a fortune teller
I said, stick to the grind, we can ball forever
It's like

[Hook]
Off to work
Lurk, chasing something that might not exist
Praying it works
My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs
Off to work
Credit score is like 456
Debt collectors sending letters to your crib
But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich

[Verse 3]
Tryna get through the storm
You're only 25 and you feel so worn
I know about family expectations, your dad wanted his son to do law
Your mum wanted a daughter in a lab coat but she wanna be a Hollywood actor
Kids looking at social media and want more than a factory job like grandad had
Just make sure you're doing it for you and not the mandem and gyaldem
'Cause 20 years from now, you'll be in your 40s, youth and grace don't come back then
You gotta plan then
My marge got a bad back and a bad leg
And many regrets, I know I'll have them
But as long as I follow my heart, get off to work, I'll be on a good path
And that shit matters

[Hook]x2
Off to work
Lurk, chasing something that might not exist
Praying it works
My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs
Off to work
Credit score is like 456
Debt collectors sending letters to your crib
But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich
Off to work
Lurk, chasing something that might not exist
Praying it works
My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs
Off to work
Credit score is like 456
Debt collectors sending letters to your crib
But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich