Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ziggy Ramo
Performer
Lewis Mitchell
Performer
Darren Ziesing
Performer
Frank Eliesa
Performer
Ziggy Fatnowna
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Eliesa
Songwriter
Ziggy Fatnowna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lewis Mitchell
Mixing Engineer
Darren Ziesing
Mastering Engineer
Frank Eliesa
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Dusting off the mic and I'm back again
Young Blak grim reaper
Coming for your fucking fans (your fucking fans)
I don't tell stories, boy I rap about my real life (actors)
Real nice, swimming in the ocean
When I feel like (when I feel like)
I'm like, the joker and the batman in the same fight
Think twice, if you gonna cross me
I don't play nice (I don't play nice)
Polite, lil' rappers, they be my light work
Everything they call a classic
I'm like it might work (it might work?)
I'm a jerk, on the mic, the fuck you think this is boy?
Everything you hold dear
I'm planning to destroy (planning to destroy)
Decoy, call me Mr. nice guy, black tie
At your funeral, I'ma ruin you, good-bye
Felicia, you a diva, check your speaker
I'm your teacher, respect me like I'm Aretha
I'm shaking up like a seizure; I'm leading the game like Caesar
Wide open like a receiver, I'm turning you to believer
I killed this shit like it's ether
It's classic automatic (classic)
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest
(I'm the baddest), Woo!
And you won't get like me (like me)
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach, yeah
It's classic automatic
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest
(I'm the baddest), Woo!
And you won't get like me (like me)
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach
I never switch up, I've been winning from the beginning
And even if I take a L, you'll never catch me quitting
Hit me on a battleship, I'd never let you sink it
And even if you do, you'll see a Blak man swimming
Blak Michael Phelps, nah the Blak Ian Thorpe
The male Kathy Freeman, I'm your Blak land lord
Gold medal round my neck, boy it's time to pay rent
I'm this First Nations person, fuck your disrespect
I do this in my sleep, and it nothing but Net
I Spur the game on, I'm Patty Mills, a triple threat
Young Ben Simmons, you never catch me slipping
Fuck a jump shot, and a brother still winning
I'm spitting so silly, getting buckets like Jimmy
My brothers love it like Philly, I'm getting green like Lillie's
I'm on my way to a milli', and I'ma give that shit back
Just like our Land, I call that shit a Blak tax
It's classic automatic
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest
(I'm the baddest), Woo!
And you won't get like me (like me)
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach, yeah
It's classic automatic
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest
(I'm the baddest), Woo!
And you won't get like me (like me)
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach
It's classic automatic
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest (baddest)
And you won't get like me
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach
It's classic automatic
Trophy on my mantles, mother fucker I'm the baddest (baddest)
And you won't get like me
I'm so fresh its that's the shit you can't teach (can't teach)
Writer(s): Frank Eliesa, Z Fatnowna
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