(Chorus)

Young, god, listen, up

King, six, loser, bitch

Crown, rich, round, whip

Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time

(Verse 1)

Young sowdy bout to do it big time

I just got these rappers on their lifeline

Topped another rapper, Issa crime, crime

Sirens in the distance, blow they mind, mind

I chop the top off, chop the top off

These rappers they all knock offs, I'm dripping, hot sauce

I chop the top off, chop the top off

I'm a, big timer, big rhymer, hot shot, yeah

I am a star, like the top I will glisten

Hiding the contraband, get you a sentence

I do not fuck with the drugs, or prescription

Had my time being trapped and its different

Lock myself in and its cracking like Christmas

Lock up the car and its back to the business

Bumping my demos, they getting suspicious

I don’t show no work to no man who can’t interest

I am big time, like I'm Birdman

But I won't take from you, or your hand

All my homies even, we own it

Got my master and my bankroll in my hand

(Chorus)

Young, god, listen, up

King, six, loser, bitch

Crown, rich, round, whip

Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time

(Verse 2)

If you knew what this mean to me, you wouldn’t talk

Since a toddler I was practising words from New York

Got the slang, and the walk, little Sowdy hit the charts

Man, I'm just getting started, no lie, so batter up

Only child, only child, never go back

All I had was my parents and the music that was crack

And I was troubled with these memories of trauma like that

But I ain't wanna go to deep, lets take it right back

Got the t-shirt black, G-unit hat

Looked up to gangstas, coz they hustle like that

And they got the finest things, and they never gonna slack

Kinda like my hustle, except my privilege helped that

I’m from Perth lil homie, and we don’t tote straps

You could get a knife in you, coz the city iced, crack

Isolated from the world, we our own culture, Jack

And I'm swinging at your head if you talk bout my raps, Ahhh

(Chorus)

Young, god, listen, up

King, six, loser, bitch

Crown, rich, round, whip

Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time

Young Sowdy bout to do it big time nm

(Outro)

Running, running, running, running it up

A young gunner, young stunner, here the birds gonna flock

We come thunderous, you underdressed for events of a boss

We son your momma, yeah your daddy, yeah your kids, its a must (Ahhh)