Letras
Bass drop heavy, I just drank more Henny
I'm about to piss you off, thank you, I'm ready
It's the Kerser one bitch, big chains in the dry fruit
Everybody lookin', I just came here to buy food
Price of fame, handle that with a few tabs
Make a move back, what you mean? I got my groove back
It never left, set the swagger where it meant to be
Got the fresh recipe, demolishin' my enemies
Tracy Grimshaw, I still haven't finished yet
Got her photo on my blow-up doll, I'm kickin' it
Then I'm stickin' it with a fuckin' switchblade
Watch it fly around the room, I think I got an itch mate
I think I'm insane, throw me in the loony bin
I be with weights like, man, I swap your blue for green
Real intelligent, I'm always stayin' relevant
You tell 'em by my elegance, I'm nothin' short of excellent
Ask me if I'm sober, I be like, "Fuck no"
You talkin' weed, alcohol or the drugs bro?
I don't pop pills, unless I triple dump
But I thought you quit? Well I didn't cunt
I did clean up but I ain't on the hard shit
I just live life, enjoy it till I pass it
So who the man with the shit to sell?
It's Kerser, I want 'em free or you can keep 'em to yourself
Still drive 'round town like a maniac
I don't know but my psych say it's brain attacks
So insane with rap, I should fuckin' dangle cats
By the tail yellin' "free pussy" to a gang of fags
You ain't get no bitches brah
You just like to let the people stop and think you are
I got these bitches throwin' bras as I'm rappin' lad
Some bitches stalk, if I see 'em, I'ma slap 'em bad
What the fuck? I ain't a pop star bitch
I ain't soft, you ain't hear me on no triple J shit
I'm a one man army with a thousand encores
So many people through your door that your house'll just fall
Get with the program, I'm so sick with my art
That these other rappin' faggots keep on kissin' my arse
You can't get sick of me brah, I remain at the top
I'm a legend already, I'd be crazy to stop