Street Kid

aye we all judt about a vibe don't come round here chasin a front be reap or don't comr a knockin ya heard we about giving showin the love spread it round like rona ya heard we can get creative and just vibe nothin else matters thr life of a true artist come here let me paint ya character portrait stick man with massive boobs cause i suck don't get a offended jyst a vibe we creatin it what can i say so grateful fir the sunday msrkets trading fake pokemon cards made up in a koreans basement over powered abilities trading em for kegit charizards worth millions of dollars now just hustlin who woulda known where we'd be now shoiting marbles the cats eyes a form of gambling the competition i just love it or jumpin roofs with Callum tindall those were the days care free lady Sovereign reference what hip hops about chillin with the mates writting sic bars showin each other up its all love like calvin harris the classic kill hungry thirsty dead get an oak into ya pirating ps1 games renting em from blockbuster then burnin and returning little hustler always was it makes me laugh having goid times on someone else's dollar the little runt i was give me credit i ain't a dumb shit look back on the days of us little hustlers we'd make india proud it's what it's all about a mans gotta get paid we made it to the other side adult hood now im just gettin hustled as i smile and think damn thst kuds got game i smile as i watch em run iff with my money and think to myself damn little fo they know its just a donation in their futures you see i know what its like to he hopeless di i bring it with the mic for the street kids rudin the bmx in the midfle if the street jumpin roofs having the time of their lives givin back its where my heart is @ im on top of the game gonna give it back to the homies the kids playin on the street ridin hands free down the hills the wheelie bins of the streets if Parramatta to Morayfield i hear ya bondi kids they call us white Privileged little do they know bout our aboriginal mates the islanders in highschool joining the foity yeam in grade 9 havin em run deffence for me somi could score these are the memories the local fish snd chip shop where $2 bucks would get you a stack skippin school so i could hang out with the so called losers im gonna take these memories with me so fucking awkward