Overdrive, Pt. 2 (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(Album: The Octagon - 2020)

Haha
Everyone got something to say these days, fucking hell

Brudda wanna talk on the 'Gram, oh damn
I just laugh and I won't go start it
Big house got plants in the back
Hmm, Better Homes and Gardens
Got twenty-eight grams in the pack
Fall back, my brudda, 'til the phone's on nada
You ain't never gon' see me begging
In fact, I ain't even gonna beg your pardon
I was cool, runnings
In your warehouse, get the tools, Bunnings
Wood with the hardware
Seafood, I go hard, yeah, I'ma get your sauce like tartare
Tsss, I might burn you
The taxi, it's me and your bitch, I might swerve you
The dark arts ruled, it was half-past two
Like Ja gone Rule when I reign down murder
The Bally on, see my eyes, burka
Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya
Come up on the counter, brah, I might serve ya
Up your mountains, brah, I'm like sherpas
I made millions
All you MCs broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams
I don't give an uck for ya clash
Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions
I don't wanna act like children
Fuck a rental, I said that's my building
That's my land, that's my block
Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock
I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper
I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's
I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features
I'm blinding, got the cash like lightning

Hahahaha, 420 family
Ay, ay, ay, 420 family
Ay, ay, ay, 420 family
Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)
Ragh

Saw the signs in the field, Kramer
Brah, I was in the 'Ville, no danger
My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type
Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers
On my radar, I don't rate ya
I could caveman fire like caveman
Hoffman when he Rain Man, see ya later
Get the smoke, it's not vapour (Argh)
Grey van, twenty-eight grams
Straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya
But your wasteman too big for your waist, man
Get a great man, daddy like Vader
Take a knee, son, might take ya
Eyes looks Japanese, Geisha
Might place online, gamer
While I'm racking the rack in up off the radar
If you got one, then I got ten
I'm a drop set, monster, Loch Ness
Said he top one, he ain't even top ten
Look, I spell it out for you, 'cause you're a flop
Give a F, no L, you're the opp then
Wordplay, burnt J when I crop sesh
Got the fire in the pencil, hot lead
Got the fire in the brain, hot head
How sweet disposition like a temper trap
I bend ya back, then fuck it, then I'll send it back
Collect the pack and get the stash
And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper
You ain't better than this
You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit
So up late like Letterman is
And my girl got faces and booties like Bella Hadid
Jealous, hard like render
In the future with the armour, Bender
Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica
One eye on 'em like Leela
Did you catch that? Did you catch that?
Look brudda, I stay where the herb be
Did you catch that? Did you catch that?
Fuck that, go back to the first beat (Argh)

Black tracksuit, LV sneaker
Chilly got a appetite, he might eat ya
Chilly got a appetite, he might eat ya
Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG
It was eight point three, off a mate from Glebe
In a blacked out Benz or a AMG
Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been lagging
The shunter, shunter get the bag in
BodyBag since body bag, toe tag it
Couple G's, OG might bag it
Smoke on, reefer
You MC's want smoke, shisha
Talk to the reaper, two point one
And the blueberry, I'm into eight like pizza
I can school ya, like teacher
Don't know jack, the fact I might reach ya
Make you feel like you popped three Xans
And a gram of that liquid G, me might sleep ya
I'm kicking it like Gracie, rock band
Blow 'em a kiss, just like chasey
Barbie in Malibu, Stacey
Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me
Brah, I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me
Still you wanna play me
You put all your time inside mine
And now once your money is mine, you wanna pay me, argh
I don't really care what your pop think
Popped in, lock pick it like a locksmith
Had a chill and a pill and a few lil' lines
Now I got a ill mind, Hopsin
I could smoke one, smoke you
Roll up for the beef, tofu
Cocaine in a big fat sack
Five balls and it's all five stars, Goku
Steeden, on a ball tonight
I called up for the quarter price
'Cause you're the type that fall for a Sporty Spice
And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds
And you hate, 'cause you're forty-five and bored of life
About to divorce your wife
And Chill-Chill is the one that your daughter like
That's why she fuck on a horny night

Hahahaha
I'd hate me too, brah, it's all good
420 fucking fam, Australia to the UK
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