The Real Shit

[Verse 1: Kerser] Our pay, got it sittin' in a satty bag Me and nebs spendin' big Yeah we happy lad What you know about working on an album? Watch it sell pop pills countin' thousands? Put a bit aside for the boys on the inside Play the music over phones so they hear us spit rhymes I went from Nautica to Gucci You rap fake cause you saw it in a movie We rap life straight street when we represent You ain't seen what we seen you ain't gettin' it They used to laugh cause the brands was the no names Now I rock gold and designer got no shame Toe tag body bag any competition Say you rootin bitches, but ya fuckin' cock is missing ABK that's the crew, that's the lifeline Ya hear a click click followed with a bye bye [Hook x2] Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz You hear our catalogue and ya thinkin' yeah that's sick Yeah that's sick,that's street, that's the real shit Yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it [Verse 2: Nebs] Kers n' Nebs kickin back on the lean, stackin' the green, slangin' crack to fiends Smashing the scene uhh No need for me to say who the winner is We made too much cash from these tracks, it's ridiculous I'm lookin' at these other rappers tryin' not to laugh Popping xanny's in the studio I'm high as fuck! Ya mrs heard my sexy voice on the nebulizer Now she is beggin' me and textin' me to get inside her Coked up, I party keen on the party scene Even fuckin' Charlie Sheen said he can't compete When it comes to beats, n-e-b is hard to beat Slurpin' on a cup of lean 'til my face is army green This is the real shit, I'm ill wit I kill this You been doin' it for years and ya still shit I made this beat and I hit the jackpot Nebs leavin all you rappers lookin' like wack gronks! [Hook x2] VERSE 3 - Kerser I gotta fetish, yeah a fetish for the ashcay I blew up now a buncha fuckin' lads hate I think they mad cause I brag about pay An they still pissed off on da back of the train I'm in da club wit my crew, yeah we're easy to find Aussie rap needs balls, yeah leave it to I Never ever hold a grudge cause we handle it quick I'm on stage ya misses tryna' put her hand on my dick Yeah this time around I be claimin' I'm king I keep it raw proper Australian, ya dig... Fresh cunt, drip swag on ya new rugs Hypocrite when I tell ya not to do drugs If I'm out than ya likely to see My fuckin' eyes out my head an' I'm grindin' my teeth Kers and Nebs, KNR call it what you will And when nebs mixed this I was poppin' pills, for real! [Hook x2:] [Outro x2:] S-C-O-T - Sickest Cunt Out There NE to the motherfucking B's This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)?