Alright
Gravy Baby
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SYD
SWR
HustleHeartTV
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Alright
Woke up, looked around where the fuck can I be?
Hell on earth, home sweet home, south west Sydney
Gravy, man you haven't changed since back in the day
I've just been doin' my shit, stay focused on takin' over the game
Nothing but these faggot rappers lyin' bout what they say
I ball so hard, no NBA
But please, come and have a look at where I stay
Bongs and pipes get blazed every fuckin' day
Cunts act hard, 'cause of their affiliates
Centrelink blocks your pay, now you can't pay the rent
Most of the parents hard junkies so all their kids get a neglect
Most of the parents hard junkies so all their kids get a neglect
Then there's the cone blowin', hoes snowin'
Cunts screamin', eyes beamin'
Death threats, one percent
Gang of lollies, hard come lollies
Everybody be dodgin' cops
Kids taken by fuckin' docs
Most the cunts, lost the plot
All hidin' rocks in their fuckin' socks
Now, what the fuck is all this hating for
Did a video with Nter
Track with Kerser
Man and I always kept it raw
Not talkin' G-Star
But I made you want believers
I know this isn't sons of anarchy
But it's time to meet the reaper
Goin' off like I cracked the feature
Five dragons, saw Indian Dreamer
A bunch of pineapples call up my dealer
Like I'm comin' to see ya, what
I'm comin' to see ya, what
I'm coming to see ya
Bro shut the fuck up man and just tell me where I've gotta meet ya
Just tell me where I've gotta meet ya
Tell me where I've gotta meet ya
Yeah
Everybody wants truth
This is real
Sydney City back lanes, I was with the thieves
We was selling pot, crystal methamphetamines
Don't blindfold these little kids, 'cause they see it all
Mum and dad, ODin' droppin' dead on lounge room floors
It's a cold world, the one you've got a soldier on
Tryna' figure out which path to take that pressures on
Hit that school, make them grades
Hit that tafe, get that trade
Get that job and get that pay
And live to fight another day
In that streetlight, I sold drugs I hustle right
Livin' the life I don't choose to live and some choices may not be right
But this music shit, it's a way for me to cope
Balancing on that stresseve life, walkin' on a tightrope
Lighers burnt, pipes baggin' life I used to live
Bud turned my life around the day my door got kicked in
Guns pulled like Nter where the stash at
I've got nothin' here man, I just sold the last bag
See, that's the truth man would you really say that shit
Half you rappers fake as fuck now would you really say that shit
Nah, you wouldn't man, you got no heart, you got no balls
Still making money, read between the lines no applause