[Verse 1]
You see I sat in my room, I was only fifteen
Scales full of rocks with a head full of dreams
Tryna make it out the gutter where my mumma raised me
Now i'm all for myself on that block chased dream
But some things fold, see my dreams came true, gave a ring to My girl and she said "I do"
Made a promise to myself, to these streets stay true
Four-door RS Ford that's my dream making loot
Bally on the face, on the grind, tryna make mine
I jump the counter of the pub, don't worry bout them safe times
And people know I'm real, feel the pain when I spit rhymes, I've been locked up, I've done time for my crimes
I force no friend, I fear no foe, Sydney Serchaz to the death I spit for the housos
I was raised in the street, so the street got my back
86 Patrick street, see 'n them lanes I sold crack
See my brother bag caps of heroin in the front room, seen the money he was gettin', I was gettin' paid too a young dope boy on the corner tryna make a buck
The razor blade was in the pocket if they tried to rob a cunt
The grind don't stop, stick ups and armed robs, no fucking 'nine to five' we getting paid for pumpin' jobs
Money in that bag, with an AR-15, I really had that shit man and I was just 18
A young cunt from Hurstville just reppin' for my city, I'm underground, hands down, the real king of Sydney
See I ain't gonna lie, cause the streets know I'm real talk, See I ain't gonna lie cause the streets know I'm real talk

[Verse 2]
H-h-hold up wait a minute, you thought i was finished?
Nter grab a pen and paper write it down, I'll kill em
I'm all about the business, no I've never been a witness
'Cause I'm taking out these rappers man I've got 'em on a hit list
I'm the type a cunt, thats gonna run up on ya holding a blade
Now all you do is tell lies, i'll slap ya in your face
You wanna threaten my family man that one big mistake
Now i'm taking out, all these cunts, even Matty' J
Watch the streets man i've done my dirt if ya wanna call me a dog where's the paperwork
Man, a killer verse with the herb i burn
Nter One comin through man, with the paper learn
I Re-up like an eight ball, that same week i got four more
Then I flipped more, then I tripled the score
You see I bag up but I got stacks more
I come from the gutter you ain't fucking with my team
Man i broke from the fakes, now this boy be a beast
Lock off all your rhymes, throw away the key
'Cause I kill 'em on the track I hope they
Write in peace
Loved in the streets, lies never told them
Handled mine like a big boy this shit here's for grown men
And I will never change, I will always stay the same
I'm the underground king
Sydney Serchaz is the name, brothers til the end
I'll say it once again, you turned your back on me, man
The only family i had left, if I'm such a dog then why'd you hold it in for so long?
Raised on that street shit, never talked to cops
Late nights on that block, 8 balls we sold out
Stacking up that money so i never went without
We all turned our backs then the crew went to shit
And now I'm taking over Sydney Serchaz is my clique
And when they said that gutter rap was dead i brought it back to life
Man I'm stealing all your lives call me thief in the night
No stop for the boy I'm so sick now, Nter One i'm the king watch this, overdose on my shit, no fit, kill em off, feel this, real shit, pump this, double time, every time in the streets make moves, got goons, got dudes that'll shoot for me too, got dudes that'll shoot for a two, attack man with a four by two
These young cunts from the gutter man we coming up, we hungry and we sick of living bummy on the grind for the money man, I'll say it to you face, you come into my place, that girl you love so much, man, that bitch isn't safe
All veterans need to shut up, gutter cunts stand up, if you ain't about this Nter cunt then fake cunts shut up, they show no respect man the streets no neglect, wanna go to war man
I see that blood shed
I'm go- I'm gone