[Intro: Jords]

A to the E to the RBE

[Verse 1: Kobie Dee]

What they do for the info

I ain't got no time for a bimbo

In the club tryna learn my lingo

Got their hands up in the air like bingo

And she make the back bend like limbo

Tryna make that earn, no dingo

So the boy worldwide, really been outside

Don't act like you know where I been, though

[Verse 2: Jords]

And I'm still old school like ringtones

Used to move pebs like Flintstones

Now we don't talk to opps

We just get the drop and get charged for the info

Them man simp, but I keep it simple

Stay with my dogs and dingos

Get that one good ting to bring homе

Nature boy like Nat King Cole

[Verse 3: Kobie Dee]

Said thеy still try hard for the mention

So we got the whole globe at attention

Me and Jords go back to back like blap-blap

Full clips, we don't need the extensions

Took an L, came back for redemption

Whole scene get smoked like Bensons

Got the youth playing all my songs

Banging court tables like I just got sentenced

[Verse 4: Jords]

Talk cheap, but the pain expensive

Pure peng tings in the mentions

Love smoke, need an intervention

Love my ends, too much depression

Been in war, I been through deception

Want greatness, chasing perfection

Clout chaser, just want attention

Wake up, get the bag for breakfast

[Chorus: Kobie Dee]

From Sydney to Croydon

No doubts 'cause we goes in

They claim that they chosen

We all laugh, no frozen

This pen game too potent

Erupt like explosion

It's greatness in motion

This shit deep like oceans

In the lab cooking up like potions

[Verse 5: Jords]

See, me, I care about character

Them man care about clout and views

Can't take a step in my crep

Took a thousand steps in a thousand shoes

Don't get too big for your boots, my dog

Don't know who you're talking to

Stay around real G's like Kobie

Them man are fiction like Majin Buu

Ah, too clean when I step

If you want beef, be my guest

[Verse 6: Kobie Dee]

They claiming that they the best

Better say that shit with your chest

Me and Jords in booth OT

But J be known for the quick side quests

Do more, stay low, say less

Said the king makes moves like chess

[Verse 7: Jords]

Say more, say less

The game is chess, not checkers

Bond like Etta, brother

It's you and them, not you and I like freshers

Word to Dave, not Beckham, kiss like Tekken

Wiz kid with the essence

I'm the fresh prince of Croydon

But I still dance in the Prince of Peckham

[Verse 8: Kobie Dee]

They throw shots and watch me wreck 'em

Bruhs don't care about what they reckon

They throw kicks and watch me check 'em

Too much class, don't miss this lesson

[Verse 9: Jords]

I don't care about what I'm not

Them man care about what we've got

Floatin' a shop, get a coat and a watch

Look dapper like man's not hot

[Verse 10: Kobie Dee]

They kick rocks while we stay up

They talk too much 'bout they bucks

Real shit, I could give two fucks

'Bout what they say, these stupid cunts

[Verse 11: Jords]

Ego taking over for a bit

I can take your chick to take the piss

Throwing gang signs out the whip

Everything we're given is a gift

Bust down something on your wrist

When you sell it back, you're making ish

Splash the whole wages on your kicks

Why you drowning for your drip?

[Verse 12: Kobie Dee]

Seen the cash, I get the bag, I'm gone

They ain't never caught the shit I'm on

Been that guy since I was just a thorn

Rose up from the dirt when I was born

G'd up from the feet up as you see

I'm the man that others wanna be

You can see the essence of a G

Sydney City Aborigine

[Outro: Jords]

Sydney to Croydon

Real life

It's too easy