Chorus

I thank god I made it through the grease, could’ve been in jail or 6 feet

Sometimes I feel the streets are calling me

Cos you know the homies gotta eat

Always been a rider for my city man

Even way before we were killing lames

I just speak the truth, just like a priest

Be that till the day that im deceased.

Verse 1-

Big homie yeah you know, decade long bitch you know

Im a tight end with it yup too strong, check the squad smashproof co, don’t move co till I say

Till I lay down ima put on for my mutha fuckin hood, they telling me its been too long

Where you at nesian, aint no one do it like you gee you that nesian

The coldest rapper from the streets are back people

And this is south side all day, sacrifice a back wheel, pop a wheelie when this play

We aint into rugby but we love to slang

Otara red and blue but dress like hurricane, if you aint from it nesian you wont understand

That’s why I rep my city home of the brave

Chorus 2

I thank god I made it through the grease, could’ve been jail or 6 feet

Sometimes I feel the streets are calling me

Cos you know a coe gotta eat

Always been a rider for my city man

Even way before we where killing lames

I just speak the truth, just like a priest

Be that till the day that im deceased.

Cos ima warrior ( we are we are we are we are)

Cos ima warrior ( we are we are we are we are)

Verse 2 – memories.

Big homie yes im is truth im is,

Been around the whole world, aint nobody quite like Sid

My whole hood are riders, every nesian can throw down

I remember being outnumbered, could have run but I was so proud

Im grown now as a young teen, back then it was one thing never run gee

But when that black van tried to run me and Kias over

Truth be told we had to or else life over, man my nikes over

This is just a memory I got up here, I can tell you bout the pump that go shot in the air,

Aint nobody run, nobody dropped, we were staying like fuck it if some bodies rot aye.

Chorus 3

I thank god I made it through the grease, could’ve been jail or 6 feet

Sometimes I feel the streets are calling me

Cos you know a homie gotta eat

Always been a rider for my city man

Even way before we where killing lames

I just speak the truth, just like a priest

Be that till the day that im deceased.

Cos ima warrior ( we are we are we are we are)

Cos ima warrior ( we are we are we are we are)

O T A R A we made it

2k beyond no we aint never changing

South Auckland yeah made it, we made it