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Ran out trust
Ran outta love

Pay the price I don't do handouts
And if you want that feature
I'm gonna need a rack cah the plots been planned out
Im the shit I am the man now
Talk it talk it your gonna get banned now
Who woulda thought that S had fans now
Oi

Oi
Im on uk drill in a AUS
It's all good same commonwealth
This punk boys had me moving stealth
I shoulda got a golden belt
My two-two teeth got serial numbers
So it's bait if I bang those bells
She said That came from heaven
But if I die going straight to hell
I treat bad bitches really well
That's why they all fall me
Thinks it's g
Then they cant really tell
My mindsets still stuck on wealth
But I still can't think for myself
I got duty of care my for my bruddas
Coz I can't think of anyone else
That's me like the abba girls

I'm good for months i got my crops
We got pounds on pounds on pounds
On pounds
And that's not including pops
I got latex wrapped round fingers
Cause the potency don't stop
If not then I'm over the sink
Doing a scrubby dubby bop
I think it's that time of ya year
Profit profit won't be too bored
I might get a mullet wid dreadlocks
Start that wave so please don't onboard
Coz this is a one man surfboard
Take your jewels and give em to F
Cant lie my face was too sore
He clipped me right in the jaw
Such is life like my favourite outlaw

Bare disposals coming like kelly o-two-o
Had the midfield locked off
I don't really pop out too much
Maybe a lil like tjay pop off
I think too much wanna knock off to sleep
What you doing when I send my shots off
I Murked this beat so I might just hop off
Before ya head get chopped off

Now don't play
Man I cheat codes tattooed under my mane
You want beef today
I ain't no butcher
Still got beef where I stay but
That ain't the point
It's like if I rap real loud still can't hear my voice
Like it ain't my choice
This is my choice wanna pull in a blacked out Royce like

Pull up in off white gq
Four-by-four we can go anywhere
Bash through the bushies cruise up
Sand dunes windows down might fuck up ya hair
Girl trust me life ain't fair
I been cunt up and it still ain't fair
Sit down when I shut my show off
The whole crowd play musical chairs
The whole crowd gonna need assistance
Coz the bass gonna fuck their eardrums
Smoke on stage coz I am a green thumb
And I got a flask that's filled wid white rum
Now a bad bitch said come get some
I might flake for days then get some
Then I act like I haven't even met one
I was dead when I fucking begun

I'm good for months i got my crops
We got pounds on pounds on pounds
On pounds
And that's not including pops
I got latex wrapped round fingers
Cause the potency don't stop
If not then I'm over the sink
Doing a scrubby dubby bop
I think it's that time of ya year
Profit profit won't be too bored
I might get a mullet wid dreadlocks
Start that wave so please don't onboard
Coz this is a one man surfboard
Take ur jewels and give em to F
Cant lie my face was too sore
He clipped me right in the jaw
Such is life like my favourite outlaw

Written by:
Tahj Milne

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