There's way too many wanna be bad boys flexing like they're reality rowdy but I'll look a sad boy straight in the face a

There's way too many wanna be bad boys flexing like they're reality rowdy but I'll look a sad boy straight in the face and tell him that I'm a real bad boy just like mik Larry I don't take disrespect neither the guys that are standing around me I did it to get it then I overdid it don't get it im the king of Bankstown fkn crown me I'm mentally insane when I shut one eye and aim i always hit the target who knew that sitting in the home writing raps smoking cones and crack would make an established artist last mc that dissed me Blood on the walls on the carpets if the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'm still the coldest and the hardest hardest they say I've got more heart than Tony Hawks for when I'm running I am talking about riff and boys are laid out like this snipers laid out in the front yard camping I popping and singing that p**** R&B because my goals are bigger than AFL posts I've got weight on the scales from New South Wales all the way to the Gold coast on the dopeman pushing heroin Coke this junkies had no shame around here gangsters shoot but then hidden s*** real hustlers don't quit like lazy workers because it's all about service we're pushing pounds here and there ain't no elbows around here if you want to find one and go to the circus suspended centers or reoffend if I ever get nervous I say what I mean what I say so when I say it I'm saying I set it on purpose or tell any man who wants to rob me not to bother if he ain't got them big burners tell them other f****** if they're coming for war I'll put a slug in them all I've got baseball bats to protect my bundles of raw on never run never fall on out here hustle like around nothing at all it's the covers come right me then we're going to shoot it out I'm ready to die for this s*** what are you about I'm in the trap with the TVs off but I've got the cameras on junkies knock on the door wondering if I'm home but I'll just wanna be left alone so they keep screaming from methadone and I keep attending on time because I'm f****** staying on going back to my roots club hoodie and Boots flashing on always shoot on running through the hood myself coming through the Lord got more work than the crooks 25 of the life in my book bag on knock it off myself I need my health either that I'm planning a host I'm knocking man out is nice on the hardest I speak my life when the muck and telling them save it because I'm just another gangster that made it under the find out that this b******* is overrated underrated and over the plate or go across your face with the blade model trying to shave it instead of it's off with your head and I'll leave you for dead call me King David on their tap on their life hand on a b**** or take a stand like a snitch that's a fact keep 1990 your mouth because it quick to react that he is another fact I'll just want to get that cash and bounce because this money is burning faster than a half ounce or shoot the ball bearer just to watch the casket bounce