[Intro: Ramz]
Chyeah, yo
It's your boy Ramz AKA The Mitcham Dreamer, you already know, Hardest Bars
Uh
Shout out Joey
Listen, listen

[Verse: Ramz]
My life has a been a test, n***a, this ain't no more
Uh, lost a hundred K last week and I nearly lost the plot
Mm, for real, chyeah
I used to stand outside JD and Colliers Wood and would not shop
Now, it's new season Louis Vuitton, I buy it when it drops, listen
Like, I still get goosebumps when I turn the radio and hear my song
I got a text from a bitch apologisin' for all the times that she did me wrong, uh
Them n***as wanna diss me, but they ain't gettin' no response
Mm, for real, look
I never wish my enemies success, look, I hope they fuckin' rot
They're all fuckin' washed, they need to get a fuckin' job
I'm a fuckin' boss
I need my own plane similar to Rick Ross
This year, I need to take off
I got five people that are dyin' for it, no costs
One of them ain't my pops, all the birthday's he's forgot
One of my n***as still had it on him in that B for rocks
I'm protected and guided and not just by God
This bitch tryna line me, but I already connect the dots
You know that pussy's good if it makes you wanna tie the knot
My girl said I'm a typical guy 'cause I physical touch, like
Park Chinois when I need to chop
When I'm postin' on Snap', it's from a different spot
Mm, like, never judge a book by it's cover 'cause you don't know what a n***a's got
One of my G's got banned from playin' football for life 'cause he hid it in his sock
Free all of my n***as in the wok, they can't ever stop stop the clocks
You have to rise up when you're against the odds
There's kid's dyin' and they're askin', "When will it stop?"
Parents don't wanna send their children to the corner shop
I put trust in my young Gs like I'm Jürgen Klopp
Mm, I'm a double platinum artist and I still don't get credit enough
I want a fire in the booth, someone tell Charlie Sloth
I was sittin' down pissed with writer's block
'Cah they thought I was a one hit wonder 'cah my come up was the biggest shock
Rest in peace Jamal Edwards, he showed me countless love
I'm in Mayfair with millionaires, eatin' lunch with—
Come a long way from cunch
I just wanna be a role model for these kids growin' up
Like, take care of your lungs, you don't wanna die young
They can't ever tell me nothin', look at all the stuff I've done
Like, I got it on my ones
Music is my job, n***a, I'm not doin' this for fuckin' fun