In da City

[Verse 1: Sidney Phillips]
Plane down to Melbourne and I'm kickin’ it with Aless
All these racks stacked up in the palace
You can't fuck with me when I watch Parenti, I'ma
I’ma Marxist I don't fuck with High Fashion and I
Fucking hate you if you a fascist just
Go outside and fucking touch grass
Just because you're a social fucking outcast
Don't mean you have to be racist brah
Punch a dart and I read some fucking Marx
Aless send the beat then I write mad bars
Only thing I hate more than imperialism
Is when I'm tryna chop but don't have any scissors brah
Sidney ain't depressed no more
Cause I pick up Lexapro from the store
Mе and Millen robotrippin', Sanpaku University
Everybody say you’rе sick, cunt, but you’re the worst to me
Yeah, you'll neva ever be good G
You can’t fucking ark up to Sidney
Luis, Ethan, Ralph and Lime with me
Marcus in the back, yeah we in da city

[Verse 2: LUISISALREADYDEAD]
Now who the fuck made this lil' sorry ass beat?
Sidney go and hit my line and he said he want a feat
I'm from the underground, they be sayin I'ma G
This some old school shit, they ain’t seen this side of me
I'm with twin, I'm with Lime, I'm with Ralphie
Pussy talkin' on my name, don't talk abt me
Pussy you say you a fan you ain't a friend of me
I be drillin' on these hoes I'm J-Emzy
I been tired of these hoes and what it seems
Inferior the shirt and on my jeans
Brodie I know you just wanna be seen
You been switchin' on these teams but been fucking on them teens
And your brother he done ditched you where the fuck did lil bro leave
They been speakin' on my name, in real life they love to freeze
I been tired of these people that love to talk abt me
I be chillin' in my city you know the fuck where I be