[Verse 1: Peeps]
Aye yo, I'm back at it but it funny cause I never left
Better off dead than lettin these youngins gettin off [?]
You don't know no one, you used another target
We ain't fuckin helpin you muts, unwelcome bastards
Yeah I've been through an arrogant why not look at me
Doctor please, my name is my name, Pusha T
Your bitches cooked off the E's, but you're the Booker T
Flowzy sold attention took free, uh oh woopsie
You don't need no grimey dishes to find these bitches
They talk tough but our ones are different like Chinese Whispers
You're a toy, you're a boy, know your role little man
I'm twice the size, twice as nice, I got bigger plans
From Brizzy to Melbs, ADL, SAL, raisin hell
It's us against them, we hate the bell
I don't need a weapon when I swing
I'm a gun shootin my gun, and do you at rap and your crew is some fuckin putrid maggots

[Hook]
You can't fuck with my team
SAL on the scene
You on tick, you a bitch, you aren't clean, you're a fiend
Can't be tamed, fuck the fame
We know you cunts know our name
This rapping shit is just a game
SAL now that's the game
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[Verse 2: Flowz Dilione]
Haters claim that they don't like my new shit
Well they can suck a dick because I don't care what these dudes think
My fam are champions, you're losin your whole crew
Cause you don't compare to us, you're Cotton On, we're Gucci
Yeah, people say I got lead astray from the fame
But I never did, I ain't ever changed
The type of music I create you could never make
You are fake, I'm the real deal like sellin weight
People heard about my loyalty
That's why I made it big and I ain't talkin bout my royalties
I can't count the amount of hands that I've shaken
Real recognise real, I've got reputation
My whole team's on the winner tip, you and yours losin more than Greater West Sydney did
The premiership favourites and we came in with injuries
You at the bottom of the ladder, you don't know what winning is

[Hook]