Yea I’m Aussie I ain’t hilltops
EXL we chilling I let the pills pop
KillShot
Fell in love with hip hop
Got some new tracks and they be asking when that shit drops
Slaughter gang
Murder gang
Saying i ain’t heard of fame
In another lane
I’m popping bottles like they vertebrae
So dial at the tone let it rang
I’m coming back like a mother fucking boomerang
I been writing since a young age
My crew killing we chilling I let the buds blaze
Smoking dope and fucking up right on my dumb days
Bud weighs you praying to god on Sunday
Agh agh
Down under mother fucker yeh my mother made a cunt
And then she had to make another so I could become the one to wonder
Another brother to drop some thunder I be chilling coz this shit is fun yea
I ain’t mgk h Smith not will fresh prince how you been what’s this
New shit
One time for my day ones
I be chilling with my bros and we blaze up
Kill shot
Pills pop
Real rap
Don’t stop
I’m in the hood and they be asking you with hilltop
Oh shit I got a nosebleed
Blow weed I’m dying now I’m a ghost g
I smoke a billy ho
Greatest of all time Yea I’m a billy goat
I might be joking Nah but really though
I can't hide this flow because it really shows
Fuck a rap god and fuck a rap devil
Aussie mother fucker and I’m on another level
Body mother fuckers I should get a fucking medal
I got all you mother fuckers bodied on this instrumental woo
And all you if you cunts that thought my musics a joke get that dick out your throat
Okay now I’m rocking the boat like a pontoon
Talk about a new wave this a monsoon
Welcome to jurien bay
Where life is mundane
Where smoking all the pain always the way we waste days pain of my mum
Yelling fuck sake kicking me out I see tears on my mums face
Smoking the cannabis like Islamic it’s terrorist independent manegers how to manage it alone
No doing shows
No hoes
Still shouting out fola and lowes
The homies really out doing those
But I’m alone
Writing the flows on my own while smoking up cones
I call up my bros
For an o
Smoking up on the couch
I don’t mean to sound like Oscar the grouch but get the fuck out my house
I ain’t Eminem
But remember him when he gone carry on don’t mean to be repetitive
I’m taking a seditive I to reminisce about the shit I did man
I’m killing them like I’m better than what I said I am
I could fill a whole page
Till he die of old age
Ima let the blunts blaze
Ima be up on stage
I see em rage
Coz I’m doublin up on there wage in a second
Making what they make in a day
Making they wage
I puff jays
The buds blaze
I cut ways
The razor blades
I’m smoking spliffs up in wa
That’s the way
Aus rap that’s the wave