Say Im selling out?
Well let me see
Only thing thats selling out is my CD
And not a sell out like Im selling out for more
I mean sell out like its selling out of stores
I am pure, wasnt made by the man
Mother fucker ask around I was made by the fans
And I just woke up with a spliff to roll
Make em cry to my shit
Cause I hit the soul
And I aint like any Aussie rapper that you heard
I come from nothing, blood and sweat till I made it work
And Im so so proud, should I be of myself?
They used to laugh and act better now they needing my help
But I fly so high and its just begun
Work hard, it pays off I should have trust my mum
Now Im in the position where I cant be stopped
So confident with haters now I laugh them off
They are suckers, Im the man
And they be knowing that its true
And if they say they dont know
Well then you knowing that they knew
See all my fans are crazy so I guess we all the same
Cause my musics like a drug and now its damaging your brain
Look into my eyes can you see the pain
See the bags under them, thats no sleep for days
But I cant feel alone cause the fans relate
Plus I just hit the stage and I cant stand straight
Wait, wait, you know that Ive got this
Rip apart my brain just to find you a top bit
Ask my boys Are you happy with life?
They say yes, but in the streets you gotta carry a knife
If you shake your head well get the fuck aware
You aint been out here, you wouldnt understand
You in your nice mansion yea youve lost your shit
Thats why kids around here come and rob your shit
You never gave a helping hand so what the fuck you expect
But now I got the money coming Ima take all I can get
Ima take it till Im dead
Get my family fed
And everyone thats near me, get them standing again
Tell me who can get you in the vibe
To feel so high you aint even need a pipe
Thats why addicts use this when they cant get on
Its like a free hit here gotta pass the bong
Yea pass it round, Im the master now
I will never ever stop, see me passin out
Then I wake back up, still all about rap
Its on my mind all the time like Im stuck in a trap
What the fuck is a fact
When I give you my life
Without the rap probably be another victim to ice
Why you listening right?
You see the shit in my eyes
I give my fans everything
Never think to disguise
So Im poppin codeine so fresh so clean
Skinny mother fucker still be making hoes scream
Tell me who can wait, nah not again
If I could swap weed smoke for oxygen
Itd be done, we be walking round smashed as fuck
Doing interviews on phones while Im hackin bud
I aint acting bruz
This is what you get
Aint denying shit
I am off my head