Aus Post (feat. CHVZ)
Ugh
Said i'm back with a vengeance
Manifesting stacks that'd really test a friendship
They'll stab you in the back
Just because you failed to mention
Their name up on a track
Then they'll act all defensive
Big nice crib out in Beverley
The rate that i've been going
See the future that's ahead of me
I could write a poem
Blow the roof off with this energy
The power that i'm holding
Man it's something so heavenly
These fellas horsing round up off the ketamine
They ain't even knowing bout the boy
Well I'ma let em see
From the coast to the castle
I do the most then i'm ghost
Time to leave em all startled
So raise your toast to your host
The very heartful
Yung C, leave your girl straight marvelled
Cooking up, appetite very carnal
Test me, getting sent like a parcel
Yeah while i'm here
Can I just say
Fuck Australia Post
Always messing up my delivery's and shit
But you know who doesn't
This fucking guy
It's like if you wanna argue
Just
Just cry me a river
Trust Con cause he always delivers
When it comes to these songs i'm a wizard
Expelliarmus, nobody can disarm this
Pen from my hand, motherfucker i'm the hardest
From this land, guarantee i'll go the farthest
I'm really out for blood
Like a motherfucking shark is
Extraterrestrial, feeling like i'm a martian
You ain't a threat at all my brother I am laughing
Seeing red best believe it's me who marked it
Ain't no bulls, I hit
Each and every single target
Can really do it all
Put an egg in every basket
Aye
Aye
Aye, said I really put an egg in every basket
Off the top of the dome
I got em laughing
Don't try and test me
I am laughing
Yeah
Boutta raise a toast then i'll black out
Feel like Aus Post, way I pack out
You know I do the most
When i rap bout
Everything I ever hoped
I won't back down
Man, you really thought I was done?
Thought I went and packed my bags
Headed off on the run
I ain't even need to brag
I've had enough of you cunts
I'm real concerned bout ya conscience
Yeah pardon the pun
Like, do you even really want this?
Ya more conflicted than Conflikt
Now isn't that ironic?
My words causing death
It's going viral like bubonic
Telling tales for a bag ain't gone make you turn a profit (prophet)
To be honest he up next (necks) like cervical discectomy
The pressure that i'm facing
Man it's really started testing me
Know that we gon make it
Even if it takes a century
On my way like Aus Post
They better handle carefully
Said i'm back with a vengeance
Manifesting stacks that'd really test a friendship
They'll stab you in the back
Just because you failed to mention
Their name up on a track
Then they'll act all defensive
Big nice crib out in Beverley
The rate that i've been going
See the future that's ahead of me
I could write a poem
Blow the roof off with this energy
The power that i'm holding
Man it's something so heavenly
These fellas horsing round up off the ketamine
They ain't even knowing bout the boy
Well I'ma let em see
From the coast to the castle
I do the most then i'm ghost
Time to leave em all startled
So raise your toast to your host
The very heartful
Yung C, leave your girl straight marvelled
Cooking up, appetite very carnal
Test me, getting sent like a parcel
Yeah while i'm here
Can I just say
Fuck Australia Post
Always messing up my delivery's and shit
But you know who doesn't
This fucking guy
It's like if you wanna argue
Just
Just cry me a river
Trust Con cause he always delivers
When it comes to these songs i'm a wizard
Expelliarmus, nobody can disarm this
Pen from my hand, motherfucker i'm the hardest
From this land, guarantee i'll go the farthest
I'm really out for blood
Like a motherfucking shark is
Extraterrestrial, feeling like i'm a martian
You ain't a threat at all my brother I am laughing
Seeing red best believe it's me who marked it
Ain't no bulls, I hit
Each and every single target
Can really do it all
Put an egg in every basket
Aye
Aye
Aye, said I really put an egg in every basket
Off the top of the dome
I got em laughing
Don't try and test me
I am laughing
Yeah
Boutta raise a toast then i'll black out
Feel like Aus Post, way I pack out
You know I do the most
When i rap bout
Everything I ever hoped
I won't back down
Man, you really thought I was done?
Thought I went and packed my bags
Headed off on the run
I ain't even need to brag
I've had enough of you cunts
I'm real concerned bout ya conscience
Yeah pardon the pun
Like, do you even really want this?
Ya more conflicted than Conflikt
Now isn't that ironic?
My words causing death
It's going viral like bubonic
Telling tales for a bag ain't gone make you turn a profit (prophet)
To be honest he up next (necks) like cervical discectomy
The pressure that i'm facing
Man it's really started testing me
Know that we gon make it
Even if it takes a century
On my way like Aus Post
They better handle carefully
Credits
Writer(s): Jaxon Charles Ford
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