Intro:

Can't wait 'till I see Nter

My neck his blade gon' -

"Can't wait 'till I run into -

His neck my blade gon' enter"

Oi

Ay

Verse:

Lad fuck all your rap beef

Your crew do not clap heat

Hold tight in back seats

And dropped off on back streets

Leave you to crack fiends

I really fuck with gang chiefs

Two brand new handguns

I really wanna bang these

Snoee Snoee Badman

Please come out to play

I got that .38 special that will blow you away

This back-and-forth shit like who gets the last laugh

I'll leave a hole in your head the same size as your ass

You grew up out in Bondi

My plug was a Jew

Stashing kegs up in Synagogues

And shooters in the boot

I wouldn't diss baby girl, baby girl kinda cutе

Got the cherry red lips, with thеm knee-high boots

The same colour as my whip

The same colour as a polish

I'm 21 Savage put a blade to your forehead

Now you're talking on my mother

And dissing on the dead

You had a dick in your ass with nuts banging on your legs

The whole 10 years, wasn't down from the jump

Only bangin' in the last year of it cuz

You ain't S2F then you ain't S2F

How you talking gang with some semen on your breath?

See I was in the dark cuz, watching from the shadows

You wanna get gutter?

Take a walk down these gallows

Yeah my Mum's a junkie and she died from shooting up

You see I grew up in the trenches and you ain't from the slums

Now lets tell the truth about all your little lies

'Coz you might've done a brick but that was for sex-crimes

I kept my mouth shut cuz

I never said nothing

And now you call for war cuz so fuck I pushed the button

That night you got jumped cuz I wasn't in the state

I was in Burn-City trap weighing plates

Going interstate with a bag full of weight

I mix the powder with the dough cuz I'm tryna flip the cakes

I seen you at the station and we had the little talk about the drama it will bring and the beef that was brought

And then we shook hands cuz the beef was all sort

You must've smoked the ice cuz

You must've been distraught

But don't shoot the messenger you know I come correct

Stand-up man like your bloke when he's erect

Dad walked out to a step-mum who's white

You went to live there and had that private school life

Grew up down the beaches cuz you ain't from the block

Only time you went down there was to score the rock

I'm two minutes in, I'm thinking should I stop?

Apply a bit of pressure, put a collar on this dog

Lying to your fans about the crimes that you did lad

You never robbed no pubs cuz your stories all shit

Blood juice on your pants like my girl won't know

Well you must've missed the live about you homo

See I grew up in the street cuz I'm really from the trenches

Walk in any hood cuz and that's without question

I'm tryna make it out and you're tryna make it into a place you're not from

What's a peasant to a King

I let the blam ah bling

I put the blickie's on your block

Dirty desert with the eagles keep some rounds in my flock

You flopped from the start, you never had no heart

Been a bum since a kid, scabbin' smokes in the park

You can't go to war lad you ain't about that

Strap all black with the red beam attached

Little gay boy cried tears in the closet

Your girl flew to Melbourne that night and you lost it

Leaving voicemails like "I'ma kill myself, I swear I'm not gay babe, I might kill myself"

In your film clip, you're with a well-known snitch

30 dollars for your watch, like your shit got bling

A hundred grand from this rap invest it back through the trap

Congratulate yourself, the first fag in Aus rap

You're on a podcast, you're tryna justify your lies

You took a dick in your ass for a few points of ice

Next time you wanna step cuz you better come correct

There's no dirt on my name, there's no marks on my rep

23 years lad my Mum's long gone, and now I pray for death on your first newborn

At war with your words, I'm at war with the turf

Like everything I say cuzzy hits you where it hurts

Like I'ma sit back cuz and let you run your mouth

You must have forgot how we do it down south

Pull up to your house, let off a couple rounds

Wait for you to come out and put you in the ground

Mob ties cuz, I ain't talking 'bout the Koori's

I'm talking 'bout black suits, the ones you see in movies

Dog