YNG Martyr (triple j Bars Of Steel)

Uh, it's the big Martyr

The great spitter, the gravedigger

Shit went and changed when I 8-figured

You lames bitter

Talk about how my weight thicker, okay

But the money comin' in and made my motherfucking plate bigger

I know you couldn't relate because your pay thinner, wait

Check your paper, your benjamins are too frank with ya

Uh, I really made it motherfucker

You jealous, I can see it in your face motherfucker

This whole city's on snake mode and say so

Pussy talking beef but it's grained salt

They know what we made from

Took risks and they paid off

You better stack the paper

I'm not talkin the A4

Got richer than Bezos

Made money and take off

First class flights out to Turks and the Caicos

My bitch is on bay watch

Your girly on weight watch

She thick

How the fuck you talkin that shit but got a day job? Ugh

Oye mate, you should rap more like a bloody Australian, alright? alright?

Oh I get it, I get it, it's the comment section

All you critics actin' bitch made

Who've never sold a mixtape

I'm super sick wit' it

Flick the switch and hit ya rib cage

It's triple J

So I'll spit it all in igpay

Uckfay your othermay

And ask her how my dick taste

Townsville

Where I'm from get it dealt with

My brother Angus holdin onto keys like

A belt clip

Call the marshall, our mathers get em mad as fuck

Mad hatters on ya 6 like an ashes cup

Yeah, pussy why you mad at us

I did it on my own, I'm independant

Where it matters cuz

Ay, 70 30 my deal is crazy

You signed to a 360

Goddamn baby

Ha, Now you broke forever

I'm winnin let me focus on my own endeavour

I'm from wiradjuri my blood means im posed to get up

And shout my team, YNG will be dope forever

I'm done

I'm done

Ay, that's not a diss against 360, I'm talking about a 360 contract deal

It's big Martyr, Townsville, Rogery, Canberra, Melbourne we on the map, baby

Let's get it

On the real tho, uh

There's a side of me that wants to entertain you

And a part of me that, really wants to be very truthful with you and um

If that's cool today I wanna, I wanna show you a bit of both, so let's get this next part

One sec, I need a tell-off, hold up

Let's get it though

I was 17 when I overdosed

Slipped and went comatose

Mama on the phone

I could hear her tears overflow

I shoulda known

When my uncle went and signed out

That it was me walkin down

That same road this time round

Now it's RIP to him

And thank fuck that I'm fine now

Lesson learnt

Had to fuck around and find out

Now I'm past what I'm past

But there's part of me that's ghost

If there's innocence inside it's

Only minimal at most

Every syllable I spit

And every lyric that I wrote

Has led me right here

And right now

Listen close

Now, people say I'm soft

That's exactly what I want

When I was "hard"

I was smokin shard

And cuttin up the rock

See in the first half I showed you I had bars are steel

And in the second half I showed you that my heart was real

Thank you, it's YNG Martyr