Man, I'm back, album eight, got the drop on 'em
What a ride it's been, what you think, that Scot's stoppin'?
I remember at the start, they sayin', "No one play it"
Then I made it so they had to say I'm overrated
Rockin' gigs every state, shows were gettin' bigger
'Round two-thousand-and-twelve I started gettin' figures
I been cashin' in off rap for a long time
Kept up with the generations, I maintain the spotlight
Makin' history, by now that is all plain to see
If they rappin' in Australia, I'm what they all aim to be
I set the blueprint and I'm what the goal is
So ahead of time, I'm chillin' in two-thousand-forty
Came back here to feel the vibe when I was at my prime
Consider yourself lucky if this drops and you're alive
You in the midst of this, this they call the sickest shit
Breakin' down the barriers, like "No Rest For The Sickest" did
Walkin' down the M5, thumb to the left side
Now I'm on the M5, seein' how the Benz drive
Respect the hustle, if you can't, guess you born to hate
I'll take a bullet to the face to keep my daughter safe
Every time I drop an album, watch my stock rise
What you makin' off an album couldn't match my watch price
Woke up still stoned, yeah, you know the go
Runnin' rap and I wasn't even shown the ropes
Competition dead, I compete with myself
Eight albums in the stores, they compete with themselves, yeah
Set a trend, let it dry, swear I make rappers
I broke the 'net when I got my fuckin' face tatted
Let's get it poppin', talk about all my career moves
I was trollin' way before the trollin' was the thing to do
Do the Kers bitch, do the Kers bitch
Don't fuck with Kerser, don't fuck with Kerser
A fuckin' genius man, I market like a Rolls-Royce
I ain't gotta advertise, you know that I'm the choice
How many times I gotta prove that I'm a different level?
Media tried to kill me but I didn't let you
Fans were shocked, I was something they ain't seen before
'Least by now, even more, 'cause I will keep it raw
The controversial start a riot on this side of town
Said they killed me but them cunts are bein' silent now
What it do, where we at with all the talk about
The top spot, 'cause you'd have to tell my story now
Light it up, mixin' up, ripped at a nightclub
Fifty bitches hanging off me, I don't like sluts
Hyped up, got 'em bumpin' me, lad
From the bitches who are posh, to the scummiest lads
I was poppin' more bars than the ones on my pad
I knew I had a problem once I hit the fuckin' rehab
Fuck
Let me strap for a sec
Pop so many pills, probably got some stuck in my neck, uh
Shake that ass yeah, bitch, you heard of Kers before
They call me king and god, I'm kinda like a perfect score
Settin' fashion trends, I do this shit by accident
If you see me at a bank, I'm there to cash a cheque
That's the boss shit, boppin' like a mosh-pit
Kerser told me to tell you to get off Scot's dick
Enjoy