Ghamstad Naaier

It was documented, now look what I've invented

Burgers and chilli sauce, be the dog for the cause

With no round of applause, call it outlaws Brand everything, make it yours

Four billion kicks, I had to do chores Now I get it from stores

Same building, different floors Lounging with the limeys, eating mimes

Strolling the streets with the kids, shoot guns

Don't work, pushing fancy's Reality raps, no crappies

I call em lamadappies We made nothing out of something

Fuck the gram, we trying to own land Catch a suntan, so the money stay brown in

My hand Not just about the gangs and the slangs