Everyone got somethin′ to say these days, fuckin' hell

Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damnI just laugh and I won′t go start it

Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens

Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada

You ain't never gon′ see me beggin′

In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon

I was cool, runnings

In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings

Wood with the hardware

Seafood, I go hard, yeah

I′ma get your sauce like tartare, tsss

I might burn you

The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you

The dark arts rule

It was half-past two

Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder

The bally on, see my eyes, burka

Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya

Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya

Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas

I made millions

All you mc′s broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams

I don′t give a uck for ya clash

Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions

I don′t wanna act like children

Fuck a rental, I said that′s my building

That's my land, that′s my block

Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock

I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper

I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer′s

I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it′s like features

I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning

Hahahaha

420 family

Ay, ay, ay

420 family

Ay, ay, ay

420 family

Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)

Ragh (Trooh Hippi)

Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer

Brah, I was in the ville, no danger

My soul might struggle to rebuild, I′m a cold type

Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers

On my radar, I don′t rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman

Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later

Get the smoke, it's not vapour

Ragh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya

But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman

Get a great man, daddy like Vader

Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha

Might place online, gamer

While I′m rackin the rack in up off the radar

If you got one, then I got ten

I'm a drop set, monster loch ness

Said he top one, he ain′t even top ten

Look, I spell it out for you

'Cause you′re a flop, give a F no L, you're the opp then

Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead

Got the fire in the brain, hot head

How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back

And fuck it then I'll send it back

Collect the pack and get the stash

And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper

You ain′t better than this

You ain′t better on a record, you're irrelevant spit

So up late like Letterman is

And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous

Hard like render

In the future with the armour, bender

Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica

One eye on ′em like Leela

Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?

Look brudda, I stay where the herb be

Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?

Fuck that, go back to the first beat

Argh ragh

Black tracksuit, LV sneaker

Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya

Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya

Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG

It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe

In a blacked out Benz or an AMG

Or a G63 G Wagon, I′ve never been laggin'

The shunter shunter get the bag in

Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it

Couple G′s, OG might bag it

Smoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha

Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza

I can school ya, like teacher

Don′t know Jack the fact I might reach ya

Make you feel like you popped three xans

And a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya

I′m kicking it like Gracie

Rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey

Barbie in Malibu, Stacey

Heard ya girl want shots, don′t chase me, brah

I'm like a pokie machine ′cause you hate me, still you wanna play me

You put all your time inside mine and now

Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh

I don't really care what your pop think

Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith

Had a chill and a pill and a few

Lil′ lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin

I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu

Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku

Steden, on a ball tonight

I called up for the quarter price

'Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice

And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds

And you hate ′cause you′re 45

And bored of life, about to divorce your wife

And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like

That's why she fuck on a horny night

Hahaha

I′d hate me too brah, it's all good

420 fucking fam

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