[Intro: Chillinit + Cino]
Yeah, what we got?
We roll by the fifty
Mary Jane brain, sipping on the Whiskey
This what we do
Haters gonna talk the talk, but in a triple 2-0 we gon walk the walk
We keep it real
Because, life's a bitch, I don’t trust that shit
Money over hoes, fuck that shit
Haha
Money on my mind, no time for the others
So I live for the drugs and I die for my brothers
Uh
[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Certain with the worst shit
This is a democratic downfall, rocking at a town hall verdict
You thought life's perfect
Well you ain't seen some of the shit where my clique rolls with thе worst bits
Man gotta learn this, trust none
Cause your sidеkick might hide his wire and turn snitch
I’m in a drug circuit, life seems like a circus
Fuck em all, let my drugs burn bitch
Hip-hop was a strange scene for the drug users and money abusers of age eighteen
I wanna try and wipe my damn slate clean
So me and my great team take out the mainstream
Call me Titanic, you watch me sink deeper
Bend for a six week'er till I meet the Grim Reaper
Rocking big sneakers, size 9s
No fake faggots could ever rock my shoe size
Whose lines, are the ones to cause nightmares?
Life's unfair because nobody fights fair
Pale face, black lips in the black rubble
Junkie house, fat addicts with a fat puddle
We on the upper class grass, right?
Dope fiends finding their dreams lost within a glass pipe
Rampage and rise of the young and lemon lines
Sydney city is turned into a ghetto
Legs shake like Jello
Bu-B-B-Bu-But, you never did shit so you're a fake like Geppetto
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
That's why I blow fiddy's until my dreams come
Ounces in the pound, weed by the hip hop
Fighting for survival, I pray for this to stop
God says "Never!", drugs in the ziplock
OG kush'll make a fiend do a pitstop
They be talking bout the old school rap
Fuck young money, bring the old school back
I'm a lonely stoner that’s all about his cones, man
Body of a young boy, mind of a grown man
Reality’s too ruthless for me
You're not careful in the clubs, you’re gonna go home toothless
My mindstate's full of wisdom
So if I use my time great, one day, I could run the kingdom
I fucking make millions, two smartphones, crime life
Slippery criminal with a never ending timeline
It's my life, motherfuckers ain't heard of it
420 tribe, Sydney city just murdered it
Education is the rival
My teacher never preached me shit, my music is my bible
Survival in the streets
Every day in class, headphones on, still bopping to the beat
And hip-hop lives in the soul of a pissed off teen
Sitting there, ripped off green and his breath’s gone stranded
But he refused to breath till the scenes that he respects gets demanded
And that's for certain, kid
And if not, then this fly motherfucker cause turbulence
From the suburbs, I'm all about my urban shit
Yeah, you bought your respect but I'm earning this
So start learning kid
Hah
Yeah, what we got?
We roll by the fifty
Mary Jane brain, sipping on the Whiskey
This what we do
Haters gonna talk the talk, but in a triple 2-0 we gon walk the walk
We keep it real
Because, life's a bitch, I don’t trust that shit
Money over hoes, fuck that shit
Haha
Money on my mind, no time for the others
So I live for the drugs and I die for my brothers
Uh
[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Certain with the worst shit
This is a democratic downfall, rocking at a town hall verdict
You thought life's perfect
Well you ain't seen some of the shit where my clique rolls with thе worst bits
Man gotta learn this, trust none
Cause your sidеkick might hide his wire and turn snitch
I’m in a drug circuit, life seems like a circus
Fuck em all, let my drugs burn bitch
Hip-hop was a strange scene for the drug users and money abusers of age eighteen
I wanna try and wipe my damn slate clean
So me and my great team take out the mainstream
Call me Titanic, you watch me sink deeper
Bend for a six week'er till I meet the Grim Reaper
Rocking big sneakers, size 9s
No fake faggots could ever rock my shoe size
Whose lines, are the ones to cause nightmares?
Life's unfair because nobody fights fair
Pale face, black lips in the black rubble
Junkie house, fat addicts with a fat puddle
We on the upper class grass, right?
Dope fiends finding their dreams lost within a glass pipe
Rampage and rise of the young and lemon lines
Sydney city is turned into a ghetto
Legs shake like Jello
Bu-B-B-Bu-But, you never did shit so you're a fake like Geppetto
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
That's why I blow fiddy's until my dreams come
Ounces in the pound, weed by the hip hop
Fighting for survival, I pray for this to stop
God says "Never!", drugs in the ziplock
OG kush'll make a fiend do a pitstop
They be talking bout the old school rap
Fuck young money, bring the old school back
I'm a lonely stoner that’s all about his cones, man
Body of a young boy, mind of a grown man
Reality’s too ruthless for me
You're not careful in the clubs, you’re gonna go home toothless
My mindstate's full of wisdom
So if I use my time great, one day, I could run the kingdom
I fucking make millions, two smartphones, crime life
Slippery criminal with a never ending timeline
It's my life, motherfuckers ain't heard of it
420 tribe, Sydney city just murdered it
Education is the rival
My teacher never preached me shit, my music is my bible
Survival in the streets
Every day in class, headphones on, still bopping to the beat
And hip-hop lives in the soul of a pissed off teen
Sitting there, ripped off green and his breath’s gone stranded
But he refused to breath till the scenes that he respects gets demanded
And that's for certain, kid
And if not, then this fly motherfucker cause turbulence
From the suburbs, I'm all about my urban shit
Yeah, you bought your respect but I'm earning this
So start learning kid
Hah
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