Letras
Never forget who the king of this shit
I could make your eyes hurt with the flick of my wrist
Swagged out proper, it's ridiculous shit
Cricket bat to your head, yeah, I hit it for six
None sicker than this, I write rhymes over any style
Repping ABK, I fucking oath it's been a while
My lyrical skill has got 'em fearing I'm ill
Drink a beer and I chill after eating a pill
Woah, so ill with it, put me in the quarantine
Rappers circle 'round rappers, we all got a dream
Got my weapon poking out my fucking Gucci shirt
Never lacking, I got enemies, I'm too alert
You should see when I pull up in my Range Rove
It's my second one, I treat 'em like a paved road
Type of cunt you never seen in the same clothes
Ten racks on the footy, what's it paying bro?
On the move, on the grind, it's the Kers one
Sipping drink, getting high with the burnt blunt
They pray for my downfall, I just laugh but
I could have your chad bitch in the bathtub
I ain't want that, my eyes on the truckload
Kicking back in a suit as I puff dro
It's the Kers, I'm just living out my big dream
It all started in the south-west of Sydney
I sweat swag and I smell like a new note
I wrote this with a joint on a new boat
I'm so sick it's to the point that I'm too dope
I came in the rap game as a new hope
A fresh cunt with a style that is all mine
Tatted king's name, mine's on my jaw line
A trend setter with a vendetta then get a
Drug addict on the bends and you get better
I explain myself, my album documentaries
No matter what, I'ma never be a memory
Only when they lay me down in the cemetery
And even then, my ghost will be your fucking enemy
It's the Kers, I just racked one up
The line was longer than the plate, I still racked it bruz
Then walk around fucked up, you won't see me till a week later
Kerser One, I'm your fucking girl's screen saver
On the move, on the grind, it's the Kers one