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[Verse 1: Celly] Yeah I'm that Greater Western Sydney kid that's chilling in the trap house Running with them hidden lads that come out when it's blacked out I'm proud of where I come from, I be proud to be in it Do it for the kids and lads from housing commission What, bruv? You've never heard an adlay speak his real talk? These kids are climbing steel walls not to feel poor Instead, they sell, driving them Mount Druitt license around I'm at Coles with the food where the prices are down You feel me? I'ma take my best decision A quest or mission? Doesn't matter, I'll leave to invest my vision I had friends that were coughing a lot From puffing the rock, too lost from the plot And now there's stuck in a lock I seen little ones grow up and swerve in life 'Cause all they knew in that townhouse was swirling pipe I smell hell, listen to what Cell spells B-I-D-W-I-L-L [Verse 2: J Emz] See, I been stacking my days now, rapping on stage now Counting my blessings 'cause I ain't trapping for change now Came from the gutter, this ain't your typical playground Where they ain't playing 'round 'bout their paper, they'll leave you face-down Young and independent, he's still caught up in the trenches School ain't working for him so he's sliding with the members Lost a close brother, now he's riding with a vengeance Teachers acting like they there, but only care 'bout his attendance And now the question is: Will you remain the same? Or are you willing to do whatever it takes to change? 'Cause in this day and age, they'd rather trade it all for fame And money that they tend to blow faster than the way it came I ain't in no place to tell these young'uns how to play the game But one thing I can try to say to them is learn from my mistakes Wanna be great? Then train your mind and see what knowledges gains I never went to college, but these actions let me graduate [Verse 3: Potter Payper] Can take me out the street, but it's still in my voice And I'm liable to hurt you like it isn't my choice We done sentence after sentence, still missing the point Sometimes you come into my mind while I'm billing my joints I can't think about them times, about getting annoyed I wish we would've had them convos, wish we didn't avoid them Back when you used to tell me, "Keep one for the boy dem" And if I can't bring my friends back, them fuckers can join them I did OT wars, I used to bully the block Ain't a cat in this town that won't give me the drop I still come through stinking like I live in the crop And when it comes to these sweets, I'm like a kid in a shop Twenty joints in my ashtray, bagging this coke And she don't give me mouth, but she give me the throat I'm like Chopper Read with it when I come to your crib 'Cause I got one in the head and one in my coat [Verse 4: Lekks] They love talking on the gang (Shut up) They follow like sheep, I had to silence all the lambs Had dreams of a Grammy, but I'm still bagging grams Turn kegs into ounces and the ounces into bands (Magic) Don't have green eggs and ham, I'm not Sam I am I put food in the trap and they still bite my hand Like, damn, I know the block put their faith in me And they praising me, but, lad, I'm still just a man Still working, yeah, I'm serving up a banquet (Trap, trap) Ain't talk money then you ain't speak my language They can't understand it Somebody turn on the captions or listen when I'm saying 'bout this trap shit (Listen up) I make money, money, if not then I take money Gotta make something outta nothing 'cause I came from it Still, trap, trap just to pay my lawyers off Got locked for selling rocks, but the grind don't stop [Verse 5: Spenny] My presence in the street is way stronger than ever before And that's a topic in myself I could never ignore Expecting me to write a verse without mentioning war When my opps wanna do me like they did to Shakur Just take a listen to these bars, let 'em enter your thoughts About a kid from the county who was destined for more And it's more than just rap and just chasing another rhyme scene We was really in it, related to all these crime scenes And I ain't talking rap scene, I was letting packs fling I was really standing on their blocks with a fat ching Stalking all their socials like a fan, I was tapped in Any given day, when there's a chance, let the Mac sing Breaking out these chains, they couldn't hold me down Was really in the mud before the music, now we really hold the crown And you can say we hold the keys 'Cause my purpose as a king of the city is way bigger than me
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Credits
- Writers
- Bailey Pickles
- Chandler Hammond
- Celly14
- Hugo Hui
- Potter Payper
- JM14
- luci gramacho
- Lekks14
- Spenny14