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 Check 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 Livin' 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 ridin' 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