Real talk we ain't care where them Cunts hang, I'm from North bra you hear guns bang I Got boys they at church on a Sunday, Same ones that could run up in ur mums place
Tell em once be careful what that tongue say
Remember days when I'd hit em at the bus bay, wanted pay yeah I had to get it Someway
Yeah I got regrets but I would never change my young days
Fuckface
Swear that Im still with the shits tho, same kid man i swear I only switch hoes, came in tryna actlike a big show?
I Get the drop n ima run it with my big bro he ain't really nothin why he bluff? that's a shit go
No grove street, still we got the big smoke
No grove street, still we got the big smoke
I don't care you at where you been bro
Still We throw bricks like Shaq on a free throw
They straight whack they ain't ever gunna be dope
Came back I was trapped in the streets tho
I Flipped packs, did that, really been broke
Money on my mind so I grind for the Green notes
Flipped packs, did that, really been broke
Money on my mind so I grind for the Green notes
Slick kid ima dip once I hit that, lit bitch get the dick then I hit gas, heartbeat 808 like I'm DigDat
Dark streets getting late that's where I kicked back, You ain't even know half the shit that I did lad
White boy still I hang where the crims at
If you not with the clique get ripped bad
Why u act tuff? I ain't talking bout a six pack
I ain't get why they really wanna talk trap, when their batch been stood on like a doormat
Cuz how they really think they all that, hit us up once n I guarantee you call back I ain't get why they really wanna talk trap, when their batch been stood on like a doormat
Cuz how they really think they all that, hit us up once n I guarantee you call back
If you know then you know think u get what I mean
I'm On the low with the bros come step to my ghees
Nah We got O's what they know, we been sketching on dees
Know the code, where's ur bro he got left in the street
Idk, I've been rouge if they questioning me
Layin low fuck my phone that get left in a creek
Idk, I've been rouge if they questioning me
So No joke I'll be ghost for the rest of week
Still stressed I don't really wanna talk much
Not blessed but I could never be a poor cunt
I was down nearly out for like four months
No wood but I swear nearly saw dust
Now I'm back i wanna kill it with this rap shit
No cap I'm tryna be a catfish, remember days when I swear we never had shit, paper chase cos I jus wanna see my dad rich
Mum too tell her quit her job that's it, i just wanna see bands wrapped in elastics
Teachers said I wouldn' be shit, bad kid
Cos I was into fight clubs kinda like brad Pitt
Came too far I aint ever going back now
Thru the struggles I ain't ever gunna tap out
So when I make it up I ain't coming back down
They used to hate my stuff, guarantee they gunna clap now
Get back, I don't care what ya rep where ya sets at, they'll all talk on the net till they get taxed
Take ya cash ima do it like westpac
Dead that, Still from the north come test that, bite my shit but I ain't talking about a red back Dead that, Still from the north come test that, bite my shit but I ain't talking about a red back
Before I was Kmac no one really liked me
Now I get my links tapped on like a myki
To think way back people used to try me
Now I just laugh tell them dogs to come n find me
Before I was Kmac no one really liked me
Now I get my links tapped on like a myki
To think way back people used to try me
Now I just laugh tell them dogs to come n find me