積分
演出藝人
AR the Eternal
演出者
詞曲
Aaron Rutene
作曲
製作與工程團隊
Aaron Rutene
混音師
歌詞
Watch your step don't lack
Talking to god like I'm Renzo Mack
Rappers get stole on like klepto
Too many months in the lab I can't get those back
new girl cool but her ex so wack
High vis fit with a repco hat
She said she fuck with the music I clicked on the link was a Pistol and Enzo track
Should've known
one of those
Hot one yeah i been one of those
Wake up cool you can get one of those
Pricks wanna try and put AJ on froze
But no no place I won't go for the bros
Cuz heard one now he's broken his nose oh no
Dumb cunt yet I know what I know
Ancestors all over the flow
I'm a goddamn inca
hook line sinker
Them boys sound like they just hit a blinker
Bro got the scene wrapped round his finger
Big mouth poly i'm a cc drinker
Bad bitch linker
mink mink minker
She hit my phone like I heard you a singer
Played me her music
she was a stinker
Must I remind you
Girl I can't sign you
It's 1lane if we want you we find you
Seems like got a better future behind you
Hope u don't mind boo
Couple these boys talkin' tall when they 5"2
Heard they don't fuck w me although they tried to
Don't make me slap that bullshit off of iTunes
Don't make me slap that mixtape off of bandcamp
I let a fuckboy watch from the grandstands
New shit kicking like Jean-Claude Van damme
New shit kicking like I do the cancan
New shit punching I feel like Bambam
Let me just pose for the fan cam
Got shawty legs in the air like a handstand
Watch how I sneak in this bitch like I'm Antman
She want to fuck me cause I look like Paul Rudd
Now that they mad on that side but it's all love
I just can't kick with him he's a talker
They see the light and they think it's Aurora
Borealis nah it's just aura
in the car on the way to eora
They want the beef I got it made to order
Them boys don't spin blocks
Don't let em fool you
Them boys do Tiktoks
They wanna throw stones
I tell them kick rocks
Cuz turn that boy to a stain on the gyprock
Walk in with my bitch and our skin colour biscoff
Shawty take my breath away like i'm Wim Hoff
Bro keep yapping know i got you pissed off
Cause I look good on your mum like tiptop
Im getting bread
And save it cuz I don't pay rent in their heads
I got the flavour but they won't give cred
Cause like Tyler they thought I was dead
hit the function and they hitting legs
Damn I said what I said
Closed mouths don't turn fed
I came a long goddamned way from the shed
And I'll spend all goddamned day in my bed
With ya bitch and some liquor that's me at my best
I don't have time to boil each of u eggs
I say that with phlegm
Yeah I say that with chest
Try not to flex, yeah nah
Keep it x times x, yeah nah
They wanna invest, yeah nah
They get no respect, yeah nah
Bitch I'm in the spot lookin gifted
Left one year and the whole scene shifted
Blinked once, Careers gone, like I missed it
That was my fault, watch the city get grifted
Too bad we drifted
Seen some pussy rappers turn to Chicken in a biscuit
Seen a couple family members go ahead and diss it
Tryna close distance
This shit vicious
Man on a mission
This season I'm standing on business
Fuck what you heard I'm out here with them Christian's
Slap the hell out of demons and sinners
we evict em
back on my mischief
With the jazz bitch I feel like I'm Coltrane
With the jabs bitch I feel like I'm Liston
Got it back off the glass gone fishing
She like it from the bumper like a P plate
I don't wanna take her out cause it's a weekday
She so fine that bitch should be a DJ
Go DJ go DJ
Bro got a stick in his trackies like it's a relay
Through the legs dunk on that pussy call it an east bay
I'm a fat boy get a lot of cheesecake
Them boys not live they're pretaped
Back in the city like CJ
Oh shit, here we go again
Mystery city we don't know ur ends
Heard she keen and wanna open legs
wonder why I leave a hoe on read
you see the jets flying over head
Hit a yawn cause I'm over head
And fuck my haters cuz
I hope they're dead
Written by: Aaron Rutene