Lunch in my backpack. Lean? never had that
Haters better back back, Rapping bars in glad rap
sendin mad snapchats, Ladies wanna add that
No more sad rap, Rapping bars in glad rap
Respect to my mum,
Respect to my dad,
You know I’m always grateful
for everything I have
Aint no edgy sad boy
I’m just a lonely glad boy
If I’m feeling bad boy
I just play some glad noise
I’m free from disease
I’ve got everything I need
No problems with my knees
Can afford uni degrees
You can catch me down the river,
Got a jumper I don’t shiver
Got a very healthy liver
and my mother cooks me dinner
I went Echuca College
So I have sufficient knowledge
To get enough money so
I’ll never have to forage
I ain’t sleeping on the streets
Laptop, produce beats
No gang wars I don’t pack heat
I know english I can speak
I’m a young boy, Not antique
I dont do lean or any xanny
I may listen to young lean
But I do it ironically
I’m, not blind and I’m not deaf
So I can hear that treble clef
There’s no tattoos up on my chest
I stay clean, no Team Sesh