[Intro: Hyjak & Kerser]
Hey, hey, I’m on this train Kerser
Wait ‘til we get off
Get off at Ingleburn bro
You gon’ be at the station or what?
I’m at the [?] shop man
Oh, what the fuck you doing there?
He makes [?] bro
Well, fuck [?] takin’ ages man
Yeah, I’ll send him now
Fuck, the cops are searchin’ everyone on this train
Don’t give any [?]
[Verse 1: Kerser]
I take your funds back, I’m hunting for a hunch stack
You and your boys be walkin’ off your head down like a hunchback
I gotta run lad, no time for all the chit-chat
We skip that, I’ll come from Sydney, not near where the bridge at
I’m where the streets meet, you knew it, there’s no fakin’ man
Where cunts are probably scorin’ drugs if you think they’re just shakin’ hands
You fuckin’ back-peddled, why you got an axe settled?
Down, I think that liquor got you lippy but your facts never
Agree with what you talkin’ like you in [?]
We hold you up for [?] until you’re giving up your credit card (bitches)
‘Member growin’ up, we’d lie about where we were strong
‘Cause we live here then we die there and people treat us like it’s wrong
Why I talk the street shit? ‘Cause I’m from the street, shit
Thought they would’ve worked it out, I’m different like a remix
You need to call the quit and hail what’s in front of you
The man, the sickest spitter’s hittin’ bitches in the jugular
Hey, hey, I’m on this train Kerser
Wait ‘til we get off
Get off at Ingleburn bro
You gon’ be at the station or what?
I’m at the [?] shop man
Oh, what the fuck you doing there?
He makes [?] bro
Well, fuck [?] takin’ ages man
Yeah, I’ll send him now
Fuck, the cops are searchin’ everyone on this train
Don’t give any [?]
[Verse 1: Kerser]
I take your funds back, I’m hunting for a hunch stack
You and your boys be walkin’ off your head down like a hunchback
I gotta run lad, no time for all the chit-chat
We skip that, I’ll come from Sydney, not near where the bridge at
I’m where the streets meet, you knew it, there’s no fakin’ man
Where cunts are probably scorin’ drugs if you think they’re just shakin’ hands
You fuckin’ back-peddled, why you got an axe settled?
Down, I think that liquor got you lippy but your facts never
Agree with what you talkin’ like you in [?]
We hold you up for [?] until you’re giving up your credit card (bitches)
‘Member growin’ up, we’d lie about where we were strong
‘Cause we live here then we die there and people treat us like it’s wrong
Why I talk the street shit? ‘Cause I’m from the street, shit
Thought they would’ve worked it out, I’m different like a remix
You need to call the quit and hail what’s in front of you
The man, the sickest spitter’s hittin’ bitches in the jugular
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