DOWN BAD CHALLENGE

[Intro]
Alright, 'Down Bad Challenge'
Shout out my man B Wise for the tag in
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Let’s go

[Verse]
Uh, full colour, top to bottoms on the matching cars
Handle bars since I wrap my hands round handlebars
This is for the kings, vocal booth for the sins
Whatcha doin’ for the spins, make a real one cringe
Ayy, J do it for the ma’ fuckers that are lined up down Centrelink
J do it for the young brothers in the brick flats tryna sell a thing
Never lose, ever benevolent on the move
Talkin’ that money, I’m on the ball, talkin’ ‘bout bodies, I’m in the mood
I got bad manners like England, gotta remember to say please
I got bad habits like eight balls and flights overseas
Beast I ate like spider legs, I got a burden like eight leagues
Graffiti and rap, on top of that, I get the models to say cheese
I’m s’posed to be overseas, now posted at S.O.B.’s
Denim is Japanese, my audio [?], but
The dollar is dropping, their credit gone, bottles and bottles of [?] gone
Rappers are claimin’ that I Dub, don’t gotta ask where they got it from
Amateurs talkin’ that mad shit, up here, I don’t hear a thing
Y’all be like ten years off, I be like ten years in
And that’s all good, feed your family, go rep your hood
Just know I don’t ever miss, don’t get that shit misunderstood, 'cause
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
Uh, everything, shut it up, except for the Crown, just another day in Sydney town
Tell these young boys just to simmer down

[Outro]
Ahhh, fuck
You get it
Peace