First things first don’t act no gangsta if you ain’t built for it

Lotta boys love talking tuff but on they ones they shit them bricks

Toting blicks and flickys

Like you gon get caught I promise that

Them bozos really tried it with me

Painted the floor with they head

Issa lovely feeling when you feel them drop

Broke my right hand on that night I swear it still been fucked

Hella paranoid been tryna pattern up

Ain’t thinks it’s like that for the opps

I ain’t had no freedom for minute

I got 6 more months

Make a song like this watch me get YCS on my dick

CBA I got a PA, I ain’t bout that field

LAT thats evil twin

Check the facts he on all of em

I ain't gloating word to mums

I just don’t know what to spit no more

I ain’t taking flicks no more

My fits the same likе Xenomorph

I ain’t pouring tris no more

It’s Wockhardt in this Fanta bottle

Jakеs won’t fucking leave my door

They on my body, crazy whore

Get the guap then fein some more

You make enough

You’ll get done for fraud

If you know you know uh

They don’t want you leveled with them

Smoke all in my system

I can’t help but spit the phglem

This bitsh be so annoying

Like why you in my dreams

Lil mama growing bunda

Putting work in gym

Shitbox Corolla, stolen rims

Caught him slipping at the drive thru

We do it better in SYD

These Aussie rappers all sound same to me

Sumn like them ABGS

Responding like some NPCS

They really think they got some cadence

But they had to paid for it

Sat up on this bus, designer clothes but fuck a ticketo

Look into the sky, yo why that shit be looking digital?

You ain’t in no fields, ain’t in the street boy

You a city bro

She complaining why I’m ghetto

Sorry boo I’m out the 210

“Be Better”

Been preaching in my songs lately I’m tripping, thinking right from wrong

I’m no doubt gon hit the trap again

Let’s hope that ain’t really wrong

Nah nah I ain't no gangsta don’t get twisted

Bruh I seen too much

But I ain’t seen it all

I seen the money standing tall

The money be only one call away

So why choose to fall?

If they take away my calves

I still ain’t finna crawl

Standing on business I been sore

It be so fun to brawl

That boy Russel my lil twin

We go Up, we explore

Got the spark, move like Thor

Nah they ain’t in my lore

I swear to god I’m finna make it

But yo I ain’t used to celebration

Been so many Birthdays, New Years, Christmas’

“Hotbox the place yuh”

I been nosy, Indulge in them secrets

Ain’t even no Mason

Proper flowing on these beats

I needa break this repetition

Went from drill, then singing, trap remixing

What’s my reputation?

Failed presentations

Let the group put all that dedication

What the rich man say?

What the rich man does?

I might be broke right now

But on the dlow I be smart

Put me lower on the charts

I let em, cause I’ll be above

Ion care how I’m gon get it

Watch me get it, run it up

Working in a way thats before the fame cause I’m confident

My biggest opp is chingsta!

That boy movin Doodle Bob

Getting lil bit older

But I’m really stuck in frutiger

“Be Better”

That Karma get to me

But God thats fair enough

“U gotta be better”