[Verse 1: Fortay & Kerser]
Started bummy, dirty, maxis jumpin' fuckin' taxis
Just to bust the studios, couple grams in a saddy
Was a dream, rappin', what I seen, had no option B
On the street, doin' what I had to 'cause I gotta eat
No need to stop the beat, what, have they forgotten me?
The skinny cunt they used to laugh at, need my pockets deep
But I was scrapin' up, never knew 'bout makin' bucks
Sippin' on a drink, no ride then I would take the bus
Blazin' pipe, gettin' drunk, highest spitin' flows
Didn't know as kids, went from [?] to headin' shows
Sellin' sticks to sellin' this, losin' faith and havin' hope
Of stackin' dough instead of sacks of smoke. Now we on the road
In the state, I've turned this shit into a business, mate
Gettin' paid while critics say "better this than flippin' Wayne"
Different place, every weekend, peakin' off my face
Caught up in the music, better that than by the coppers, ayy
Top the charts, I did my thing, I'm back up in the booth
[?] second album track [?]
Set the sound for the scene, we had the streets buzzin'
Seems enough from puffin' weed with stars "is this a dream or something?"
[Hook: Kerser]
It's been too long, we were runnin' to the big dream
And when we found it, it was nothin' like we did think
Friends turn, rappers act, this the slimy game
And when we leave, guarantee they never find the same
It's been too long, we were runnin' to the big dream
And when we found it, it was nothin' like we did think
Friends turn, rappers act, this the slimy game
And when we leave, guarantee they never find the same
Started bummy, dirty, maxis jumpin' fuckin' taxis
Just to bust the studios, couple grams in a saddy
Was a dream, rappin', what I seen, had no option B
On the street, doin' what I had to 'cause I gotta eat
No need to stop the beat, what, have they forgotten me?
The skinny cunt they used to laugh at, need my pockets deep
But I was scrapin' up, never knew 'bout makin' bucks
Sippin' on a drink, no ride then I would take the bus
Blazin' pipe, gettin' drunk, highest spitin' flows
Didn't know as kids, went from [?] to headin' shows
Sellin' sticks to sellin' this, losin' faith and havin' hope
Of stackin' dough instead of sacks of smoke. Now we on the road
In the state, I've turned this shit into a business, mate
Gettin' paid while critics say "better this than flippin' Wayne"
Different place, every weekend, peakin' off my face
Caught up in the music, better that than by the coppers, ayy
Top the charts, I did my thing, I'm back up in the booth
[?] second album track [?]
Set the sound for the scene, we had the streets buzzin'
Seems enough from puffin' weed with stars "is this a dream or something?"
[Hook: Kerser]
It's been too long, we were runnin' to the big dream
And when we found it, it was nothin' like we did think
Friends turn, rappers act, this the slimy game
And when we leave, guarantee they never find the same
It's been too long, we were runnin' to the big dream
And when we found it, it was nothin' like we did think
Friends turn, rappers act, this the slimy game
And when we leave, guarantee they never find the same
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