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Life of the party I cut the cake and then dipped Im right back to the crib Im back to making the hits The elephant in the room Addressing it while I track I keep my manager happy My music really do slap Uh huh There’s no distractions I’m really tryna rap Unless you showing your bunda Your hips and all of the cat Outside a literal simp Inside a literal pimp Inside I’ll show you the biz I eat the pussy up like Eren Yaeger I’m in the valley next to stupid neighbours I was the truest player I was the man I was the kid I wеnt the whole rodeo I been thе game the 50 Cent the Tony and the Yayo Lloyd Banks a few years later Bulletproof cooking like I’m the terminator Super Saiyan I’m so insane Popping a bottle off of that Chardonnay A clean aesthetic like I’m Micah Williams Letras de cancionesI keep this shit civilian Until Im headlining Hordern Pavilion We never spoke until I had words Pressure building letting all the water from the tap burst I get my photos done by Matt Burns I’m the best Aussie since Jono Thurs So wipe your shoes up on the door mat I’m really nothing like Mallrat I'm on a whole different format I'm really really good I'm really really tough I'm cinematic automatic The little engine that could I'm really really shook I'm sentimental On a level Coming from a youngin's lips I’m really I'm really misunderstood Got stopped for wearing a hoodie Can someone tell me what’s good? Hand on the handgun inside his holster He looking to say 'I told ya' I'm really tryna grow older And really be who I think I are Who the man is in between the bars Not satisfied with the art But kissing her in the dark making me feel the spark again Making me wanna start again Winning feels a lot better when it’s hard to win It’s disheartening I’m really hot out In the streets I’m so sick of the industry Really Conserve my privacy Like what matters to you and me Made some memories not worth remembering Aus post still fucking up my deliveries I know they tryna bite too You’re Looking at the crew like damn they got some nice tunes Smoking from midnight to high noon FC the flyest cunts that I knew There’s nothing more that I can’t do Nothing more I care to say Nothing left that I care to state All this money I Came to make Might as well throw the state away Steady shooting these fadeaways You know I really feel great today From Letras Mania