Look, shit
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I walk through the city, they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five-seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em, "Come to my face," but they fakin', they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs (My dawgs)
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry if you ever felt like there was love lost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now they blamin' ONEFOUR for all of the drillings (True)
They blamin' us for what happens in Sydney (Why?)
They blamin' us for what happens in Melbourne (Okay)
They blamin' us for what happens in Brissy (True)
Tell me who's with me?
'Cause I ain't kidding, this shit's been happenin' since back in the day (Now listen)
No one said nothing when shh, got knocked
But now everybody's got something to say
Get the fuck out my face (Pussy)
I ain't tryna lead these youngins astray
But pussio stay in your place (Stay)
If you got a problem, then come out and play
I'm makin' my paper, I stayed in my lane
They thought I would change for the money and fame
Everything that I'm doin', I do it for the gang
We already told you, this shit ain't a game
Now stop playin', everyone knows that
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I've got too much (Too much), on my plate to be puttin' up with all the politics (Uh)
For the critics, I don't have the tolerance
And for the pussy boys suckin' and swallowin' (Pussy, uh)
Yeah, they hate when I'm speakin' the truth, but I gotta acknowledge it (Facts)
Yeah, they quick to point fingers, but someone please tell me, where did they all get their confidence? (But where?)
I ain't gotta take this shit no more
First class and I'm on that plane (Ooh, ooh)
Put Aus' on the map and they all complain (Why?)
Tellin' the truth and they still complain (Ah)
Now they shootin' clips 'cause they all want fame
But out on the strip, that got no name
I don't give a fuck, I'ma cop that blame
I was raised on the street, I'ma stay this way (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause the things I say, I'ma take to the grave (Yeah)
Now listen
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I walk through the city, they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five-seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em, "Come to my face," but they fakin', they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry if you ever felt like there was love lost
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