[Intro]
It was around 3:20 this morning when Sydney Stack and Callum Coleman-Jones were evicted from the Hollywood showgirls strip club behind me. They then went to Kebab Zone for a kebab, it was outside the kebab shop that Stack and Coleman-Jones sat down when another male approached Coleman-Jones and appeared to strike him in the face, instigating a scuffle
[Verse]
I don't make heaps
So they won't change me
Shit, I just go with the flow, maybe I'm so crazy
I get stonеd as a crow lately on high grade skunk
You're all smoking that low gradе cheese
That's no hay fev', and just know that the coke ain't cheap
Either I could overdose or my nose may bleed
With no night's rest, I hopefully won't day dream
I'm woke, they sleep and you know that I won't chase sheep and I won't stay sheep
Bitch I'll go for the throne, they'll see
Fans taking photos, approach it, I won't say cheese
But foes stay weak I suppose cause their flows ain't deep
Like Do-Re-Mi, any moment I don't slay beats, I get stoned
Late scheme and over and over, cocaine sneeze
And my nose aches heaps, you should know that this bloke ain't leaving, I won't wait
See I'll go straight from ghost day one to a GOAT day three
Those who oppose, you go take heed
Word
Yeah, it's my night off and I'm half asleep
And I got a dry cough, it might stop if you pass the lean
Cuz I look like a cyclops when I start to beam
Look when I write songs, I ain't stopping till I get tired and offered and signed off as a masterpiece
Got my wires crossed because I've lost it, yeah, part of me
I just spark a tree then perceive the future it ain't hard to see
I'm a blast from the past, call me Master P
Yeah the kid is back, just listen lad
I'm on a mission that's late and I could bat net these bitches
Thinking I'm Sydney Stack
You should pack a billy as you listen lad
Treat any rapper dissing like Witcher's hats
I could win a clash within a minute flat
Well I'm just kicking back now, how wig is that?
But I don't wanna do a clash again, man that shit was wack
For now I'm only focusing on me and that shit is facts buhbuh-buh-brrt-brrrahp
From a city that's recession-hit
Shout outs Earl Sweatshirt, you should prolly send him this
You can bop your head to this
Yeah just grab a bottle and neck the piss
Pour some out for the homies and reminisce (Rest in peace)
From no hope into being clean
On a trip like I'm Joe Rogan slow roasting some DMT
They all know I'm the GOAT
You got no hope with defeating me
And I'm just being me
Fuck another emcee you wanna compare to me
They don't want a part of it like an amputee
But a rare disease speeding like a Lamborghini
You're a cheetah in a pair of Adidas sneakers like I'm scared of the police
Live in the land of the dead I'm declared as deceased
Handle the beat like Edward Scissorhands, I tear it to pieces
Yeah, best prepare for my thesis
Comparing to me? You get compared to the tears on my sneakers
[Chorus]
Yeah, back on some boom bap biz
Tap into goons sack like "Who's that kid?"
Yeah, pop a cap and I'll do backflips
And I ain't the new Jack, I do jack shit
You ain't 2Pac and get your durag clipped, what
Yeah, back on some boom bap bitch
Tap into goons sack like "Who's that kid?"
Yeah, pop a cap and I'll do backflips
And I ain't the new Jack, I do jack shit
You ain't 2Pac and get your durag clipped
Word
[Outro/Sample of 50 Cent 'In Da Club']
Feeling my stash, she feeling my flow