Aussie accent´s kinda different But realness is understood We don´t say molly or mandy We say cap, pinga, or goog When I´m back home in Adelaide
Our local slang is all backwards We say something´s bad real But that doesn´t mean bad that means good Not gonna explain it all; I choose the bits To use or lay in a rhyme Like it or lump it, like a brain tumour I usually stay on your mind Flirt with girls in mini-skirts All that gang shit I´m not about that Like a perky rack When I take an L, I bounce back
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke But we don´t do magic tricks You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so Why you talking ´bout drip I seen them girls you´re wifing Wouldn´t fuck them with my enemy´s dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer Aren´t you hot inside that shit?
May seem nice, but I´m mean Ain´t much I like inside the scene I find this rapping shit too easy Usually I try to sing Turned myself into an icon Still ain´t reached my final peak I ain´t thought about them in ages But they can´t let their bygones be Back in the day, I broke in windows To buy endones, numbing the pain I´ve been down so low, so one thing that I know There´s always a way Make my music all night long My neighbors are fans, they never complain They say I´ve been influential
But I won´t be taking that blame Bought a crib at twenty-four ´Bout twenty tours and then some more I tell the truth whenever I talk Without fake stories about any wars Never been to a fashion week I never been to the Fendi store Honey smell like Marc Jacobs Heaven Baddies in the car and they yellin´
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke But we don´t do magic tricks You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so Why you talking ´bout drip I seen them girls you´re wifing Wouldn´t fuck them with my enemy´s dick Wearing ski masks in the summer Aren´t you hot inside that shit?
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke But we don´t do magic tricks You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so Why you talking ´bout drip I seen them girls you´re wifing Wouldn´t fuck them with my enemy´s dick Wearing ski masks in the summer Aren´t you hot inside that shit?