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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kerser
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Composer
Kerser
Composer
Open Till L8
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Open Till L8
Producer
Dave Petrovic
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Heard they lookin' when I came through
Heard they want me for my earrings and my chains too
Heard 'em talkin' 'bout it but they never make moves
Been through everything, there's no way I could break
Ain't no one alive that can tell me that I ain't real
They want my number 'cause my mates sold 'em fake pills
They say if nothin' change you then the fame will
I been famous ten years and ain't changed still
For the cash, what you fuckin' think I rap for?
I just chopped four pounds with a hacksaw
Mad raw, I'ma pick from where I left off
We were red hot and you were sittin' on your Xbox
Let me stop, poppin' pills in a new beamer
Organise a threesome in a two seater
Walked in to the club with my hat low
I charged double, got a pay me for my shadow
These lads know I've been rocking the game
You know how many cunts got pussy just from droppin' my name?
Insane; just keep hatin' the Kers
I can't stop for no photos 'cause my mates will get searched
Beserk
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
My heart's cold with a frostbite, right
When they stab me in the back, don't mean they got my spine
Been doin' this for years so when I drop my rhymes
Stop your bitch right in her tracks like she stopped by a sign
And I, I take aim, I maintain, I don't miss targets
A big-hearted, go too far when shit started
Rappers missin' like bird watchers and stumblin' crops
They get buried, my words toxic, I'm crushin' the lot
I grab the beat until it runs flat
Me and Kers always got a backup plan, ain't got one stash
I drop a [?] on your slut's back
And she can't find a [?] sole so she comes back, fun fact
And what they talkin' 'bout brother, yeah, we run that
I could mention shit from my past, thinkin' fuck that
Fuck that, I was always clickin' like a Pump pack
Always lookin' down on rappers, [?] hunchback
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
I fell in love with a Saddy 'fore I fell for a bitch
I learned to represent the crew and never turn on the click
We got the murderous shit, yeah, you heard of us bitch
I'll get you knocked before the hit, they tell you "Kerser is sick"
I'm the sickest with rap, I swear a motherfucker's too smooth
You can't get cold feet wearin' new shoes
Translation: ready for whatever brah
Never met it better when I'm pennin' every letter
Get a...
Chill check [?] assasination
Have you'd up inside like it's acid rainin'
I've been around to see this is train
This is meaning in down to smitherines
I was born strong, we a different team
Heavy shakin' like your missus' knees
spittin' frees
Ask anybody in the scene
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
Everybody rap now
Either that or they sittin' in a trap house
Other half lost their mind or they cracked out
Sittin' back like "wow, this is rap now!"
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