Myki Lyrics

Real talk we ain't care where them Cunts hang, I'm from North bra you hear guns bang I Got boys they at church on a Sunday, Same ones that could run up in ur mums place

Tell em once be careful what that tongue say

Remember days when I'd hit em at the bus bay, wanted pay yeah I had to get it Someway

Yeah I got regrets but I would never change my young days

Fuckface

Swear that Im still with the shits tho, same kid man i swear I only switch hoes, came in tryna actlike a big show ?

I Get the drop n ima run it with my big bro he ain't really nothin why he bluff? that's a shit go

No grove street, still we got the big smoke

No grove street, still we got the big smoke

I don't care you at where you been bro

Still We throw bricks like Shaq on a free throw

They straight whack they ain't ever gunna be dope

Came back I was trapped in the streets tho

I Flipped packs, did that, really been broke

Money on my mind so I grind for the Green notes

Flipped packs, did that, really been broke

Money on my mind so I grind for the Green notes

Slick kid ima dip once I hit that, lit bitch get the dick then I hit gas, heartbeat 808 like I'm DigDat

Dark streets getting late that's where I kicked back, You ain't even know half the shit that I did lad

White boy still I hang where the crims at

If you not with the clique get ripped bad

Why u act tuff? I ain't talking bout a six pack

I ain't get why they really wanna talk trap, when their batch been stood on like a doormat

Cuz how they really think they all that, hit us up once n I guarantee you call back I ain't get why they really wanna talk trap, when their batch been stood on like a doormat

Cuz how they really think they all that, hit us up once n I guarantee you call back

If you know then you know think u get what I mean

I'm On the low with the bros come step to my ghees

Nah We got O's what they know, we been sketching on dees

Know the code, where's ur bro he got left in the street

Idk, I've been rouge if they questioning me

Layin low fuck my phone that get left in a creek

Idk, I've been rouge if they questioning me

So No joke I'll be ghost for the rest of week

Still stressed I don't really wanna talk much

Not blessed but I could never be a poor cunt

I was down nearly out for like four months

No wood but I swear nearly saw dust

Now I'm back i wanna kill it with this rap shit

No cap I'm tryna be a catfish, remember days when I swear we never had shit, paper chase cos I jus wanna see my dad rich

Mum too tell her quit her job that's it, i just wanna see bands wrapped in elastics

Teachers said I wouldn' be shit, bad kid

Cos I was into fight clubs kinda like brad Pitt

Came too far I aint ever going back now

Thru the struggles I ain't ever gunna tap out

So when I make it up I ain't coming back down

They used to hate my stuff, guarantee they gunna clap now

Get back, I don't care what ya rep where ya sets at, they'll all talk on the net till they get taxed

Take ya cash ima do it like westpac

Dead that, Still from the north come test that, bite my shit but I ain't talking about a red back Dead that, Still from the north come test that, bite my shit but I ain't talking about a red back

Before I was Kmac no one really liked me

Now I get my links tapped on like a myki

To think way back people used to try me

Now I just laugh tell them dogs to come n find me

Before I was Kmac no one really liked me

Now I get my links tapped on like a myki

To think way back people used to try me

Now I just laugh tell them dogs to come n find me