Say I'm selling out? Well let me see Only thing that's selling out is my CD And not a sell out like I'm selling out for more I mean sell out like it's selling out of stores I am pure, wasn't made by the man Mother fucker ask around I was made by the fans And I just woke up with a spliff to roll Make 'em cry to my shit Cause I hit the soul And I ain't like any Aussie rapper that you heard I come from nothing, blood and sweat till I made it work And I'm so so proud, should I be of myself? They used to laugh and act better now they needing my help But I fly so high and it's just begun Work hard, it pays off I should have trust my mum Now I'm in the position where I can't be stopped So confident with haters now I laugh them off They are suckers, I'm the man And they be knowing that it's true And if they say they don't know Well then you knowing that they knew See all my fans are crazy so I guess we all the same Cause my music's like a drug and now it's damaging your brain Look into my eyes can you see the pain See the bags under them, that's no sleep for days But I can't feel alone cause the fans relate Plus I just hit the stage and I can't stand straight Wait, wait, you know that I've got this Rip apart my brain just to find you a top bit Ask my boys "Are you happy with life?" They say yes, but in the streets you gotta carry a knife If you shake your head well get the fuck aware You ain't been out here, you wouldn't understand You in your nice mansion yea you've lost your shit That's why kids around here come and rob your shit You never gave a helping hand so what the fuck you expect But now I got the money coming I'm a take all I can get I'm a take it till I'm dead Get my family fed And everyone that's near me, get them standing again Tell me who can get you in the vibe To feel so high you ain't even need a pipe That's why addicts use this when they can't get on It's like a free hit here gotta pass the bong Yea pass it round, I'm the master now I will never ever stop, see me passin out Then I wake back up, still all about rap It's on my mind all the time like I'm stuck in a trap What the fuck is a fact When I give you my life Without the rap probably be another victim to ice Why you listening right? You see the shit in my eyes I give my fans everything Never think to disguise So I'm poppin codeine so fresh so clean Skinny mother fucker still be making hoes scream Tell me who can wait, nah not again If I could swap weed smoke for oxygen It'd be done, we be walking round smashed as fuck Doing interviews on phones while I'm hackin bud I ain't acting bruz This is what you get Ain't denying shit I am off my head