[Intro - Chillinit]:
Ayeee 42O Family motherfuckers
I'm here with Wombat, it's ChillinIt
Lil Sknow in the corner
Shoutout my bro DJ SANCHEZ
*BARS*
I can feel it

ChillinIt:
The same day I had hunger pains and a stomach ache
Was the same day I was hustling 'til my money's straight
Run away, fuck it I'm struggling for my brother's sake
Bringgg, plug my bruddas a 100K
Hey brother, better you take cover
Aim better if you shoot, the fuck did you say brother?
Blaze brother, when I'm rollin' around I'm a Blade Runner
CK cologne, I get stoned with the babes brother

Wombat:
I was that drunk kid, yeh sinkin' piss out in public with buds lit
Wide-eyed pingin', dribblin' dumb shit
Like stuff this, my eye-sights flickering off a drug trip but suck shit
Even my Mum would think I'm a fuck-wit
But trust this I must spit everyday 'till I'm old enough
Like if you say you're the greatest, I'll make em false and chuck
I pray to stop behaving this way but faith I'm a salty cunt
And I'm as hateful as Satan raping an Angel, holy fuck
ChillinIt:
Holy Fuck, I got the greater rhymes
I could make it shake like I live along the equator line
I could make it skate like I'm spittin' on it like skater grinds
Me and all my fam will be planning to make the paper climb
I was sinning, my soul was getting scarred
Tryna purchase packets of ciggies with stolen credit-cards
Now I'm smoking swishers hits on the Daily, Telegraph
I'm only blazing and making a fucking repertoire

Wombat:
I'm hiding, with a cask of wine and a past of violence
I'll get retarded then start a riot like Martin Bryant
I bask in silence likely to raise the bar
I'm flying high as Kamikaze marta pilots (Fuck he's hardly trying)
From harsher times I was cast aside in the dark without a spark to light it
Still I find a path and start a shrine
Went partially blind it's, hard to decide if I've mastered the art of rhyme
And I did a bar on my life from the bars I've been writing

[Interlude - ChillinIt & Wombat]:
Ohhh bruh
Oi ready
Oi shout out to my brah I swear to God we living for this shit I promise you bro we put everything in this shit
Yeah fucking hell man
42O FAM
Alright I'ma believe
ChillinIt:
My bro told me the front door's locked so we jumped the back
And nobody wanna fuck with that
And nobody drop a body when they bust a rap
You soft-serve like Hungry Jacks
I said argh, still rock mic's with a doof doof doof
Still get high with the choof choof choof
I ride by in the sky
If the cop's are on sight then I hide it in the bush bush bush
Need more weed rocks to fuck me up more than a Morphine shot
Four deep spot, five man army
And I learnt my life as a dog
Rest up data, hearts in a box
Soul with a martyr of God
Take that or take it, I swear that I got you
I swear my song's get harder to drop
Mum won't look me up in my eyes bruh
She sees these scars I've got but I swear the shit is my life bruh
I don't want to be mart in a shop
Nah, I don't want shards of the rock
I just go hard 'til I drop
Push fat buds, chop chop chop
I'ma stay way too smart for the lot
Prolly why I pop one pill then six or ten more
Rock pot on the import export
Snakes mow grass like Jim
Bad bitch that I hit raw next door
I'm going ADD when I A-D-D with a JD drink
Watch JDZ, you're a chicken for the beef
HSP, test me, test me
Wait Wait, ain't seen sesh son
You only smashed X on a PS1
250 just for two fifties?
42O FAM get the free sesh son
Like buds I leave your head spun
I'm like Kush put green in my lung
It's our turn, our turn
420 we don't give no fucks!
Wombat:
Yeah!, fresh shit
Even at my best you can bet I'm a dead shit
And I get obsessed with a, Sesh
I bet you thought I was gonna say "Next bitch"
I rep this for the veterans, legends
Turn an exit to an entrance
Like nevertheless you wanna end us?
Test us, better yet don't cross me
Acting a mess could be costly
Watch me, Wombat's back from the dead like a zombie
And they're tracking our steps like a SWAT team
I just smashed up a set with the posse
Am I dodgy?
I said "Watch me", Stamina like I'm a 'tard
Never graft on my battle scars
So harsh I can have a laugh, after your blood like Alucard
Brah, don't ask me to stop
I'm barging in hot, got bars for the lot
'Coz I mastered it, If you think I'm after the dosh
You got it backwards like Bin Laden disarming the bomb
I put my whole heart in the song
The whole squad's marching along
Not far from the top
Their arcing and barking a lot
But look how far that we've got
Stacking the dough, bruh, banking the notes, fuck
Don't think I won't start shanking your throats up

Fuck off
Fuck that's it
Fuck off
End it
END IT
Fucking finish it
Finish it