"SYDNEY 2 CROYDON" lyrics

[Kobie Dee:]
What they do for the info
I ain't got no time for a bimbo
In the club, tryna learn my lingo
Got the hand up in the air like bingo
And she make the back bend like limbo
Tryna make that earn no dingo
So the boy worldwide, really been outside
Don't act like you know where I been tho

[Jords:]
And I'm still old school, like ring tones
Used to move pebs like flintstones
Now we don't talk to opps
We just get the job and get charged for the info
Them man simp, I keep it simple
Stay with my dogs and dingos
Get that one good ting to bring home
Nature boy like nat king cole

[Kobie Dee:]
Said they still try hard for the mention
We got the whole globe at attention
Me and Jords go back to back like blap, blap
Full clips we don't need the extensions
Took an L cam back for redemption
Whole scene get smoked like Benson's
Got the youth playing all my songs
Banging court tables like I just got sentenced

[Jords:]
Talk cheap, but the pain expensive
Pure peng tings in the mentions
Love smoke, need an intervention
Love my ends too much depression
Been in war, I been through deception
Want greatness chasing perfection
Clout chaser just want attention
Wake up, get the bag for breakfast

[Kobie Dee:]
From Sydney 2 Croydon
No doubts 'cause we go in
They claim that they chosen
We all laugh, not frozen
This pen game too potent
Erupt like explosion
It's greatness in motion
This shit deep like oceans
In the lab cooking up like potions

[Jords:]
See me, I care about character
Them man care about clout and views
Can't take a step in my crept
Took a thousand steps in a thousand shoes
Don't get too big for your boots my dog
Don't know who you're talking to
Stsy around real G's like Kobie
Them man are fiction, like Majin Boo, ah
Too clean when I step
If you want beef, be my guest

[Kobie Dee:]
They claiming that they are the best
Better say that shit with your chest
Me and Jords in booth
OT but J be known for the quick side quests
Do more, stay low say less
Said the king makes moves like chest

[Jords:]
Say more, say less
The game is chess, not checkers
Bond like Etta, brudda
It's you and them, not you and I, like freshers
Word to Dave, not Beckham
Kiss like tekken
Wiz kid with the essence
I'm the fresh prince of Croydon
But I still dance in the prince of Peckham

[Kobie Dee:]
They throw shots and watch me wreck em
Bruz don't care about what they reckon
They throw kicks and watch me check em
Too much class, don't miss this lesson

[Jords:]
I don't care about what I'm not
Them man care about what we've got
Floatin a shop, get a coat and a watch
Look dapper like man's not hot

[Kobie Dee:]
They kick rocks while we stay up
They talk too much about their bucks
Real shit I could give two fucks
About what they say, these stupid cunts

[Jords:]
Ego taking over for a bit
I can take your chick to take the piss
Throwing gang signs out he whip
Everything we're given is a gift
Bust down something on your wrist
When you sell it back, you're making ish
Splash the whole wages on your kicks
Why you drowning for your drip?

[Kobie Dee:]
See the cash I get the bag I'm gone
They ain't never caught the shit I'm on
Been that guy since I was just a thorn
Rose up from the dirt when I was born
Geed up from the feet up, as you see
I'm the man that others wanna be
You can see the essence of a G
Sydney city Aborigine