(Verse 1 - Datkid)

I step foot in Bris nitty city, stay smelling the air

Different yard, different bits same predators there

Same attitude, forever prepared rocking my game face

In the same place where I developed a stare

You know how I do, stay tight like leggings

Still I get Spacey like Kevin

Making my presence, known

Got you lazy guys sweating

Cause you won't last long like the paper i'm getting

I got enough friends man I ain't the guy begging

Pocket full of drugs but i ain't the guy selling

I'm in the back getting mind fucked

By some lines the size of a cucumber sliced up

And my whole crews jamming too

Poor voddy in my can of brew

Weed stinks, nappy juice

My fingers never had a use

Before I started rapping and strapping zoots

Wait that's a lie it ain't the truth

(Verse 2 - Res One)

This is how I do, still living it up with no money

Still giving a fuck but still scummy

I'm still hungry, still feel comfortably ill

To me to feel sipping something distilled to feel stunny

See it's the same shit, different day same fix

The old 10 bag and a playlist, or paint tins

Rattling bags on a day shift, staying quick

Game flicks and D Park

Or, i'll hit a trip and get deep like Jacques Piccard

You'll find me where the three heats

Same bucket hat same cheeky three B charm

Like I need these narms

I'll nick your burger if it's easy star

Fuck a greasy bar la, i'm at the yard straight chilling

Lounged out billing, baton sized eye finics

Times slipping, like these rappers are off beat

My whole familiar's on top of the crop fleet