text: Oneder Lyrics
  Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays
  Last night I just done a show, 5 minutes later found myself on the M-way
  I wonder what way we’ll go
  Bae said I’m too bloodthirsty, I leave my pillow at night to get lurky
  I fling on my OFB jersey, but tonight all I wanna do is burn it
  You see this life all I wanna do is turn it
  Touch road and I’m out on my own and they stepped on my toes so to me it’s all worth it
  Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block, we been on the backroads swerving
  Who’s on the pavement, bet we gonna miss this turning
  Fly out the passenger side, bro asked if it’s dem boy dere he confirmed it
  Plus we can rise these skengs, cos the fiends love this dirty
  And it ain’t white and purly
  That’s all courtesy of O
  I can never sleep on the vio, name me a way that the gang can’t go
  Ding dong, 125 or ten toes
  All of this road that I do, I need me a whole load of petrol
  Same way I gotta stick with this paper, like the Underground and Metro
  Bae always thinking bout the future, like DJ Esco
  And all now she don’t which way I will go
  Keep stacking red notes, or open envelopes
  Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
  I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
  Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
  Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
  Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
  I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
  I oneder which way I will go
  I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight, but I’m still make it happen
  I don’t know if I can make it rapping, but I still try make it trapping
  Young nigga locked down in streets, plus the most official on the landing
  Only now man a talking this opp talk, when it was cracking you was in your Pampers
  You don’t know how it feels when your points done a ting and it’s lost that’s a whole ‘nother planet
  Lurked over them sides too much, tryna blow man to a whole ‘nother planet
  We was doing opp block in designer, that’s drilling in fashion
  Don’t get scored on by the gangdem, cah we young niggas drilling with passion
  Chinging and crashing
  I was 17 handling smoke, I ain’t even know which way it could load
  What you know about nights in the T, staring at the ceiling all covered in mould
  2 weeks and you ain’t been home, that there’s no fix to bold
  You don’t know which way we’ll go, when you’re in jail and your dreams all flattened
  Your only aim is to rise in the morning, make sure you have the wing all patterned
  Them man been riding them pigeons, come home and they ain’t done nothing but chatting
  Only real ones come home and make shit happen
  Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes
  Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
  I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
  Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
  Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
  Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
  I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
  I oneder which way I will go
  Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes
  Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
  I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke
  Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go
  Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur
  Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
  I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50
  I oneder which way I will goEmbed