Bars Of Steel

Yo yo yo big up to Triple J for having us through
Big up to 420 fam triple 2 0
I wanted to come through and spit something from the heart you know what I mean I been grinding, stacking paper
Come for a trip with me on my life, real shit

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I got Chivas Regal vanilla coke and a Mini Beatle
Stripper hoes sniffing on listening to Beanie Sigel
People evil and I ain't talking Knievel I'm talking the loudest option if doctors give you a needle
I was blazed in the bush like Arabian Kush
And I'm the reason my fam they ain't gotta stay in no hood
See I want Kanye West's crib and kids with weird names
It's like they Kanye West's kids, I want Kanye's best shit
The college dropout, gold digging, the problem son
I rock the blunt and run it up just like I'm Forrest Gump
I call my dealer get kush out of Venezuela
Get 20 shots of Tequila and rock em until the bottles done
I swear to God I never drink a lot
Think a lot
When the river did well yeah I didn't stop
Nah this ain't no fucking tamagotchi you're a digimon there ain't no restart button if I say your shit is gone
Its all over, it's all over
Six figures and digits when I was sippin pot
Dodging shitty charges for lasting and getting the city shops
You ever drove a four pack around your city block but took the back streets because you knew about the busy spots?
Ugh, cashed up now my lyrics pop
Young gon get to see my millions cause your shit is soft
What can I say, I'm living life yeah I didn't stop
Aiming for the stars kept my pride yeah I live alot
Living my dream yeah, living my dream
All I did was spit my bars and do my 'ish for the scene
I dick down the bad hoes and the bitches that keen
Spread my positive energy with my message of weed
Wanna judge me, judge me, go ahead and judge me
I juggle in the jungle like Jumanji and you can call me junkie!
Swimming through this money... barramundi!
Real talk just like you rappers undies...
Fulla shit

So why you slanging that?
You ain't hard if you smoke rock with a fanny pack
You ain't hard if you pop pop where your xannies at
The kush is looking pink like floyd I bring many pack
Punch that, weed up in my rugsack duck that
If jacks come then we be known to tuck that, we don't give an 'uck lad
Cool, never lost my calm once lad
My girl just like the Notre-Dame hunchback
Ugly as fuck

Ugh, I need a nice sativa, finders keepers I'm smoking up on some white sativa
Nice to meet yah [?]
With the baddest bitches that riding me like [?]
The Trifecta, the rhyme stepper, smoking some kush that has the white texture
And my pleasure
Comes from searching life until I find pleasure
I put my mum inside some nice leather
And my mary is for personal use
I'm proud mary with that tina turner with doobs I learn from the youth red rum and murder the booth
Kill a mic from outer-space up to the earth and the moon
I swear I ain't never been apart of the systems that they may
So I'm smoking on my swishers by the bay
And the jacks in hood rats only shit that I invade
And if life gives me lemons I ain't making lemonade
Imma grow a fucking lemon tree
Take it to my grave
So the day that Chillin dies al my brothers getting paid
And they sippin lemonade

And that's real talk bro, I do this for my fam I do this for my mum I do this for the dayones in my life and that's real life shit 420 fam downunder hiphop