Intro:
Fucking hell
I'm gonna spaz
Just energy and passion and bars
Fuck a hook
Fuck anything else
Just wordplay and bars
42O Fam with the energy

Verse 1:
I said I got drive like Parkway
Tell a bitch that I killed the prom queen
Bring me horizon, suicide silence
Don't try escape this fate you can't stop me
Stop
Stop the fuck now
Blink one A2 get rocked the fuck out
I got guitars and bars like Nirvana
My team's got spirit get knocked the
I could blow your buzz in a light year
Brother I just sold out shows in my light year
If I'm so boring keep the toy story's all to yourself
Bro sip on your light beer
You been getting way too drunk for your own good
Yeh my mate got jumped in his own hood
I'm on top but brah I'm so soft and I'm gonna get dropped fuck that
That's no good
I don't wanna beef if we all could be rich with a bad one
I don't wanna be a bad cunt
I wanna be a mad cunt
No time to be sad cunt
Ya money in the bag cunt
I got bad lungs
And I burn a gram
I puff up bars with the dirty man
You don't know 'bout I stacked up thirty grand and worked a plan from Sydney to Birmingham
It's not a festival but I had a Big Day Out
Skills for the big pay now
Bitch lay down
Hit it with my 6-8 round
And the clit smoke 6-8 pound
Thats 6-8 pounds
I sip on juice girl
I got shadows in my room like Juice WRLD
I got sluts that try fuck me up its all good please tell me a lie and a truth girl
Fucking Hell
It's my fucking life
Argh
It's my fucking life
Argh
It's my fucking life
Argh
It's my fucking life
Argh
It's my fucking life
Argh
Argh

Verse 2:
I said fuck my life lets high some more
Put a whole 8 ball on her spinal chord
Let her spin vinyl wars
I said I've never told lies before
That's a lie
The weed's great like China's wall
I pray that you’ll find me lord
I been dancing with satan with grams in the basement
And this could be my final call
I roll joints, got strains, like an injured athlete
I stay with the spliffs in backstreets
My shits apache
Chopper chopper flow ya catch me
Choppin' up the 'dro in backstreets
I just puff on the spliff cos it take me away
Fuck you think I’m the man for
Me and the Tryl about to blaze on a jay
You ain’t sell us no gram short
We don’t really give a fuck about it
But the principle could mean a damn war
I’m the principal just like a high school
I get high fool
With no plans lord
Stack money
Get fucked off my face
Drugs get fuck through the day
Fuck with me babe
Tell me have you ever had a man eat ya pussy while you puff on a jay
Yes I’m the one you could say
I keep drugs in a safe
Hustle out buds to the rave
Hustle out buds through the day
That’s the old life that I live
Now I rap for my family sake
I keep pills in her skirts and her boobs
Most folk would sell that, but chill got packs on the burn for my personal use
FUCK OFF, 42OFamily I love every single one of you cunts