Until I Break
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We have gone away, I think these times will be replaced
I am in the past, I'll make this last until I break
Rainy days ain't a challenge for me no more
I ain't know most these rappers, we just don't talk
I broke records, made money, then they treat me funny
Weed cycle, keep it moving, they can't teach me nothing
City rail train stretched out to C-Town
Jig school and get lost in the weed clouds
Then hit the shops, we was dacking D12 then
Now the most racked album in this whole land
It's the Kers, ain't they trippy as fuck?
I can't blame the kids now when I was ripping the stuff
Bro, I'm the one they said would never ever make it
And I did, that's why I rub it in their faces
Dropped the greatest catalogue the scene has seen
I don't know how I made, I'm just being me
I'm a weapon, they need no one by my fucking side
That's just a bonus, I'm a hustler, I fucking grind
We have gone away, I think these times will be replaced
I am in the past, I'll make this last until I break
It's different when I roll through
It's different when the Kers here
I take away your pain, I got a way for you to burn tears
Still on top till the day that I quit
And even then they won't stop, they'll keep playing my shit
Thursday nights at Macarthur Square
Around when I was sixteen, that's the spot, it was there
Before they done it all up, cunts was running amok
No social media but these are all just times of the past
I'm bringing memories back, I'm making sure I make 'em live on
Give you shivers, if you lived it this your best song
Copping chasers, yelling, "Run, run, run"
I had a target on my back, I found it fun, fun, fun
Now I'm living so different, paid from my rap tunes
You don't need to respect it, man, you have to
Repping ABK, Jesus, even back then
From the era making flowies out of black pens
That's for writers, now let me shout the hustlers
The ones who had the whole town as their customers
You'd see your mate getting on at the same time
This meant crews were stabbing cunts on the train line
We have gone away, I think these times will be replaced
I am in the past, I'll make this last until I break
It's different when I roll through
It's different when the Kers here
I take away your pain, I got a way for you to burn tears
Still on top till the day that I quit
And even then they won't stop, they'll keep playing my shit