[Intro]

Riser in the booth, I don't even do drugs

But if the fans want it; they get it

[Verse 1]

Riser in the booth and I got a point to prove

No MDMA caps I ain't got a point to prove, lad

Bust back Tatianna, fuck life - nah fuck rap

Remember when I listened to Nirvana

Now I'm on the bus back to the traino, from the ghetto

Ra-ta-ta-ta, write with insane flow

Aussie slang bro, green trees rather be traveling overseas

Feeling like Charlie Sheen

Twelve caps, an ounce for free but three points in a cap

And on my tracks, call it a one hit wonder

Baseline like the caps in your backpack, that'll fuck ya

That ain't MD lad, what I seen is crack

Shark attack cause I’m back as baby shark

Write bars with crazy craft, half mast for the balaclava - write bars

On the run, chewing through my data, sayin’ that I gots to earn

But you don't have the guts to gurn with that teeth chatter

[?] with that bone fracture

And that’s a known factor, that the kid’s back with a

Mad raps, he be cooking up with the meth lab

Real shook lungs all we do is fuck with them, [?]

Back of the crowd, [?] churn so loud

Reminiscing on the days now, where we weed blaze and blow [?]

If you don’t know this, then you don’t know shit

[Verse 2]

Girl on my dick, ride me like a pogo stick

(Cha-ching)

Hear that money flip

Dumb it down for your bitch and the kids in the streets

With nowhere to eat and nowhere to sleep

But still beaming off the MD, my enemies -

They’re dead to me

Let me R.I.P, rest in peace

As I start to breathe

Fuck that, the artery, the heart of me

The only part of me that’s hard to [?]

It’s been three weeks, nah

Fuck that, the junkie [?] twist their teeth

Black and yellow for the common fellow, nah

I go right down mellow with a beat

But I remix Two Feet when I was fifteen

On the street scene;

Fuck that, everyone wanna know me

I write SCR, Riser, rise up

Get love, get trust, get drunk

Nah, fuck love

Get [?] lump sum, money wage

I just rocked up in a range rove, I’mma take -

Over, never sober

Sippin’ on Corona, motor honer

Corona, the virus flow

Fuck that, you know my timing’s slow

The rhyming in the business; I’m on my risky shit

With the wrists slit, majestic and all the rest of it

Surrounded by weirds and freaks some pure alcohol [?] jeans

(Ah, ah)

You know it’s me, repping that W.B.C

From way back in the day, when my lungs decay

Fuck that, I rep Perth, W.A in Austray

Before I leave this place

Switch my lane but I [?]

Better demonstrate this pathway, full of heartache

With my heart pumpin’ novocaine

Over games, Little Peep - Switchblades

And that cocaine, get it cheap

[Outro]

Yeah you know it’s fucking Riser in the booth (Rah)