Josylvio – Hosselaar ft. Sevn Alias & Kevin (prod. Thez) (English Lyrics)

[Verse 1: Josylvio]
My body and my mind are hurting
I take a puff from that haze, and I hope I can forget about it
I can forgive, but know that I cannot forget
No matter how many puffs I’ll take
This world will stay the same
We’re making money stop looking so weird
Everybody has issues
The moment you’re taking over
But I gotta go, bro
Kick in the door, bro
They’re going low, bro?
Til the floor, bro
And I have to live with the price
But I’m there, willing and able
That’s why we make money
I got my own home and garden
Newest digital dash
I blessed my family while you keep looking at friends
Those little boys now walk through the hood with a shank
I just wanted a Benz
I just wanted success
I just wanted that my mom never had to worry about checks anymore
Now look at my walking in the PC Hooftstraat, spent a little bit of money over there
Eversince I was little, I already knew I was going to be a milionaire

[Chorus: Josylvio]
I know they can’t fucking stand me
I’m a real hustler
Man, I’ll do everything to get that bread
Look at me walking in the PC Hooftstraat, smoked a little bit of weed
I used to be a window shopper
But now they’re saying Joost
“What would you like to drink? Have a seat”
This pull-up is big
Bitches all around me and these bitches will end up naked
We focus on the money and we’re chilling on the low
These modern-day rappers are all stressing about shows

Yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 2: Sevn Alias]
I’m keeping it 100
I can never switch on my broski
That’s not an option my nigger and me are like Zack & Cody
Out of town with drugs on me, cuz I was trappin’ O.T.
When I’m in the field I’m a runner, I feel like I’m Lukoki
Often said that I came from the jungle like Mowgli
That’s no fiction but a fact, go ask your homies
They’ll still remember me from that time, that time my head wasn’t working
It doesn’t even matter which time, my head will just never really work
Bitch is telling me that she doesn’t wanna continue, but I don’t wanne be her anymore neither
Don’t come and tell me shit
I skipped her
Looking for a keeper, no goalie
I’m truly on my money
I think all these rappers are comical
On paper like an sheikh, but I don’t trade in oil
I came from far, but I came pretty far
Shut your mouth and move on if you have nothing to say
It doesn’t have to end up in a mess, bro we can make paper
If you’re on loot and you keep it 100
Bro, I’ll take care of business

[Chorus: Josylvio]
I know they can’t fucking stand me
I’m a real hustler
Man, I’ll do everything to get that bread
Look at me walking in the PC Hooftstraat, smoked a little bit of weed
I used to be a window shopper
But now they’re saying Joost
“What would you like to drink? Have a seat”
This pull-up is big
Bitches all around me and these bitches will end up naked
We focus on the money and we’re chilling on the low
These modern-day rappers are all stressing about shows

Yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 3: Kevin]
I was day dreaming for way too long
Now I’m about to go
Go to a mil, still got just a few stops to go
was in the streets while you were standing in the window like a hooker
All the stuff I was carrying around was often borrowed, I felt warmth often
And even though you’ll never see me wear one
I gotta go and buy a few watches cause they become more valuable over time
Won nicely and that’s well-timed cause ey we’re making damages again
I’m going to write a little verse, I got a small skeleton ready
Writing new verses means new cheddar
I don’t wanna have deep conversations like “Ey, how are we going to continue?”
Cause who was ever thinking about me
I’m not here to rescue souls
Shit, I can see exactly who’s real here
And ey I see the snitches
I could’ve been in the sun out there but I’m back in the booth
My buddy told me “Kill those boys, they’re really not that great”
They’re using balloons all day and now they’re writing crap
I always drop quality, but almost never do it fast

[Chorus: Josylvio]
I know they can’t fucking stand me
I’m a real hustler
Man, I’ll do everything to get that bread
Look at me walking in the PC Hooftstraat, smoked a little bit of weed
I used to be a window shopper
But now they’re saying Joost
“What would you like to drink? Have a seat”
This pull-up is big
Bitches all around me and these bitches will end up naked
We focus on the money and we’re chilling on the low
These modern-day rappers are all stressing about shows

Yah, yah, yah, yah

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