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they callin’ for beef, im a murder more swear to god imma k!ll some
at your door step with a pump bang bang leave your body all turned up
imma drive off with blowin’ smoke from my blunt from my eyes what the blood marks
banny you off in the back seat
don’t talk much man i got real c-nts on my team
im skullin’ jack til i’m drunk in the mirror talking sh-t with a razor blade in my mouth to my tongue
look if you wanna come and get it don’t forget it and to one man i still pump hustle hard
trap runners in the trap, pump crack make stacks man the boy merks bout dat
imma rhyme for my team imma die for my team at the top is my dream sellin’ out ain’t 4
nah it ain’t for me what happened to the days man they’re about the street
im a lion in the jungle and these c-nts are weak, f-ck others rappers to roared the beast, to roared the beast
come hard with that real talk, never bow to judge when we in court low brim hat with a shiv dacked k!ll em all get your house run through with just one phone call
king of the underground, and i been around since way back man imma never leave
king of the underground, selling out to their self is the same sh-t that they preach
king of the underground trap runners better cl1ck and you know that we run the street
listen in to some real sh-t, imam k!ll these mother f-ckers but im over the bullsh-tttt
coz im from the south, hurstville homeboy put a gun on your mouth -cheek cheek- (man)
kick in your front door rip the phone cord out the wall face down on the floor
my clique bout that life and i ain’t scared to die put a price on your life
you wanna roll that dice this games all f-cked up rappers rappin’ to a pipe
imma bring the heat back put sydney on the map, take over with the gutter rap
coz im sick of the fakes that when d-mn well man got what it takes
in the game a long time, steady staying on my grind i was raised by a stop sign
make money as a young boy, this has been a mixtape streets going make noooiiiise
trap runners mother f-cker
yeah, south side sydney
comin’ with that real sh-t
trap runners
money money
homicide
tryin’ making it out of these mother f-cking streets man
sick of these fake c-nts talking like they doing sh-t but they ain’t
i’ve been on the grind since a young boy
sydney searchers mother f-ckers do your homework
you know what im sayin’
f-ck man

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