Off To Work - Maxsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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