Back pack packed in the back of a black car Cash strapped dacked life of a rap star Haters get hacked and collapse when they bashed brah You see life change when you start getting cash huh I sense the jealousy I'm used to it now I see 'em watching sussing out all my movements and how I rose up to the top They gon' copy those moves But there's only one Kerser Is there possibly two? Because I get these mood swings And I'm lost in a twist My brain rage, tell my mind to pop a shot at your wig The music scene used to hate me, but that has changed lately Got everyone intrigued, but they don't know if to rate me I'm smoking spliffs through the city pumping 2Pac Three cars in a line you watch us move cause Sipping Sprite but the colour had a tune up New everything, but fuck wouldn't you bruz? Flip rap like it's crack money generates Since I learnt that you know I went and get it mate Still the freshest cunt to pick up a mic If you try to spit my shit you start to hiccup and die I'm the sickest for life I put my dick in your eye So you can see me fucking coming Gotta pick up your pride Never listen to hate I fucking shit on your plate And wipe my ass with that bullshit that you think is your wage I bottled up I let it out, we the kings of the scene Even if they dissing, guarantee they still listen to me Plus I've never been confronted by a hater in real life They talking on the net so I don't know what that feels like Weak gronks I fucking proved I'm a boss Check the units when you can I'm fucking moving a lot No ones done what I've done You mean it's not right to brag? Well I'm a brag until they take this spot light off my back I toured hard for a while I was barely at home I told my girl I gotta get it I'm aware in my zone And then I came home like aye, what can we buy? I swear to God that's what I said and I'm not gonna lie The rap hustle got it down and the timing was right I got everything you need labels dying to sign To say the best in the biz yo they call that a hardcore But how, let's compare who was helped at the start or I'm a leave it for these fuckers to work out I'm in your brain, engrave my name I'm writing the Kers proud Remember when I started I would dream of this shit Now I'm here let's celebrate what's it mean when you spit And now they making up rumours with some negative comments But I got their fucking sister hooked with sedative problems man ABK still the crew that I rep I could tell a couple stories but I chose to reject Because there's shit not made for music Plus the coppers are watching They trying to close in but there isn't a problem Investigator, fuck you I'm out here the sickest One thing on my mind now I'm out to get the digits bitches