[Verse 1: Celly]

Yeah

I'm that Greater Western Sydney kid that's chilling in the trap house

Running with them hidden lads that come out when it's blacked out

I'm proud of where I come from, I be proud to be in it

Do it for the kids and lads from housing commission

What, bruv? You've never heard an adlay speak his real talk?

These kids are climbing steel walls not to feel poor

Instead, they sell, driving them Mount Druitt license around

I'm at Coles with the food where the prices are down

You feel me?

I'ma take my best decision

A quest or mission? Doesn't matter, I'll leave to invest my vision

I had friends that were coughing a lot

From puffing the rock, too lost from the plot

And now there's stuck in a lock

I seen little ones grow up and swerve in life

'Cause all they knew in that townhouse was swirling pipe

I smell hell, listen to what Cell spells

B-I-D-W-I-L-L

[Verse 2: J Emz]

See, I been stacking my days now, rapping on stage now

Counting my blessings 'cause I ain't trapping for change now

Came from the gutter, this ain't your typical playground

Where they ain't playing 'round 'bout their paper, they'll leave you face-down

Young and independent, he's still caught up in the trenches

School ain't working for him so he's sliding with the members

Lost a close brother, now he's riding with a vengeance

Teachers acting like they there, but only care 'bout his attendance

And now the question is: Will you remain the same?

Or are you willing to do whatever it takes to change?

'Cause in this day and age, they'd rather trade it all for fame

And money that they tend to blow faster than the way it came

I ain't in no place to tell these young'uns how to play the game

But one thing I can try to say to them is learn from my mistakes

Wanna be great? Then train your mind and see what knowledges gains

I never went to college, but these actions let me graduate

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]

Can take me out the street, but it's still in my voice

And I'm liable to hurt you like it isn't my choice

We done sentence after sentence, still missing the point

Sometimes you come into my mind while I'm billing my joints

I can't think about them times, about getting annoyed

I wish we would've had them convos, wish we didn't avoid them

Back when you used to tell me, "Keep one for the boy dem"

And if I can't bring my friends back, them fuckers can join them

I did OT wars, I used to bully the block

Ain't a cat in this town that won't give me the drop

I still come through stinking like I live in the crop

And when it comes to these sweets, I'm like a kid in a shop

Twenty joints in my ashtray, bagging this coke

And she don't give me mouth, but she give me the throat

I'm like Chopper Read with it when I come to your crib

'Cause I got one in the head and one in my coat

[Verse 4: Lekks]

They love talking on the gang (Shut up)

They follow like sheep, I had to silence all the lambs

Had dreams of a Grammy, but I'm still bagging grams

Turn kegs into ounces and the ounces into bands (Magic)

Don't have green eggs and ham, I'm not Sam I am

I put food in the trap and they still bite my hand

Like, damn, I know the block put their faith in me

And they praising me, but, lad, I'm still just a man

Still working, yeah, I'm serving up a banquet (Trap, trap)

Ain't talk money then you ain't speak my language

They can't understand it

Somebody turn on the captions or listen when I'm saying 'bout this trap shit (Listen up)

I make money, money, if not then I take money

Gotta make something outta nothing 'cause I came from it

Still, trap, trap just to pay my lawyers off

Got locked for selling rocks, but the grind don't stop

[Verse 5: Spenny]

My presence in the street is way stronger than ever before

And that's a topic in myself I could never ignore

Expecting me to write a verse without mentioning war

When my opps wanna do me like they did to Shakur

Just take a listen to these bars, let 'em enter your thoughts

About a kid from the county who was destined for more

And it's more than just rap and just chasing another rhyme scene

We was really in it, related to all these crime scenes

And I ain't talking rap scene, I was letting packs fling

I was really standing on their blocks with a fat ching

Stalking all their socials like a fan, I was tapped in

Any given day, when there's a chance, let the Mac sing

Breaking out these chains, they couldn't hold me down

Was really in the mud before the music, now we really hold the crown

And you can say we hold the keys

'Cause my purpose as a king of the city is way bigger than me