I Aint Leaving by Kerser Lyrics
Now shut your fucking face cause the man is back
The man and that raw rap to have you landing flat
On your face speak of face yo I'm hearing they hate that
Whole else you know could get their fucking name as a face tatt?
They ask me why I do it like ya up myself
I'm like yeah fucking oath I fucking love myself
You get me buried in a cemetery scary
If you do it then I'm daring
Take my wallet what I'm wearing
Take it all we can brawl
You can flatten me squashed dead
Reality will have it it ain't happening cock head
Kers around the street with the criminal straight crooks
You in your room you're buying clothes you typing on Facebook
You want the fucking raps who the man to check
I'm telling veterans that Kerser one demands respect
That's why I'm walking into clubs to the V.I.P
You rope it off I want the drugs and everything for free
Now I think I got em mad
They ain't got it like that
With a bag and It's wrapped
Glad fact it's dacked
Back to back champion
Yeah I'm holding the belt
You want a shot line up give me gold and I'll melt
To cash it in cash it in
Yeah I'm holding a nice stack
People love my shit even if they don't like rap
I'm the one that they be talking about I'm fucking exploding
I even thank the haters, thanks for all the promotion
My shit be fucking selling, disappearing from shelves
You wonder why it's not you, are you hearing yourself?
Shit
Jealousy's a curse and you be jealous of the Kers
Cause the Kers on your nerves, move forward reverse
Reverse the fuck away from me cause I'm sicker than swine flu
Meningococcal in a bottle sicker like times 2
I do what the fuck I want to do
So if I want to do you then your twats is bruised
But I got a girl so I don't need a groupie bitch
I take a flick then pass it on for the crew to hit
The music industry ain't ready for a kid from the slums
I'm like the fuck you to music fucking dick up the bum
Don't compare me to no one cause there's no one like me
I mean in real life and I mean when I flow on a beat
See they started off with hating then they turned into fans
So if you starting with the hating welcome you as a fan yeah
In 6 months you'll change your mind he is a sick cunt
They judge a book by the cover rediscover think bruz
Who else has you hanging on every word
I'm exciting and you know it, don't you hate on the Kers
Fuck your crew
Fuck your label
Fuck your music
Fuck your whole town
I ain't packing you up motherucker put the bowl down
The gold sound that's what I create
A good day on the pills yeah I'm popping my 8th
See I never gave a fuck about no Aussie hip hop
And then I come and took over, and they beg me to stop
Narr
I'm having fun and all you rapper are bitches
You's are fucking weak I'll get you bashed by my misses
It's the same old name
ABK 225 yeah the same old game
I'm the finger fuck you to the law and the judge
I've been sleeping on your raps I was snoring you cunt
I got an ego fucking oath I think it needs its own post code
I'm so fucking good so sick man I'm so dope
When I rap about that it piss you off
But I ain't really one to care I'll diss the lot yeah
Campbelltown they say it's rare and it's shitty
I'm a street motherfucker don't compare me to sixty
I been going on a bit I don't know when to stop
Fuck it leave the shit there when it drops it stops
Back with the bars leave you wrapped and I laugh
Cause you're wack and I ask can you pour another glass
You been waiting for the man to go speak up
I'm bad to the bone so they call me a deep cut
My weed tucked and the spliffs are rolled
I light em up my attitude I'm the sickest ohh
There he goes again about him all being the man
I think he doesn't give a damn expand and rule the land
Learn about the Kers coz I ain't leaving
I already died I swear to god I ain't breathing
Learn about the Kers coz I ain't leaving
I already died I swear to god I ain't breathing
The man and that raw rap to have you landing flat
On your face speak of face yo I'm hearing they hate that
Whole else you know could get their fucking name as a face tatt?
They ask me why I do it like ya up myself
I'm like yeah fucking oath I fucking love myself
You get me buried in a cemetery scary
If you do it then I'm daring
Take my wallet what I'm wearing
Take it all we can brawl
You can flatten me squashed dead
Reality will have it it ain't happening cock head
Kers around the street with the criminal straight crooks
You in your room you're buying clothes you typing on Facebook
You want the fucking raps who the man to check
I'm telling veterans that Kerser one demands respect
That's why I'm walking into clubs to the V.I.P
You rope it off I want the drugs and everything for free
Now I think I got em mad
They ain't got it like that
With a bag and It's wrapped
Glad fact it's dacked
Back to back champion
Yeah I'm holding the belt
You want a shot line up give me gold and I'll melt
To cash it in cash it in
Yeah I'm holding a nice stack
People love my shit even if they don't like rap
I'm the one that they be talking about I'm fucking exploding
I even thank the haters, thanks for all the promotion
My shit be fucking selling, disappearing from shelves
You wonder why it's not you, are you hearing yourself?
Shit
Jealousy's a curse and you be jealous of the Kers
Cause the Kers on your nerves, move forward reverse
Reverse the fuck away from me cause I'm sicker than swine flu
Meningococcal in a bottle sicker like times 2
I do what the fuck I want to do
So if I want to do you then your twats is bruised
But I got a girl so I don't need a groupie bitch
I take a flick then pass it on for the crew to hit
The music industry ain't ready for a kid from the slums
I'm like the fuck you to music fucking dick up the bum
Don't compare me to no one cause there's no one like me
I mean in real life and I mean when I flow on a beat
See they started off with hating then they turned into fans
So if you starting with the hating welcome you as a fan yeah
In 6 months you'll change your mind he is a sick cunt
They judge a book by the cover rediscover think bruz
Who else has you hanging on every word
I'm exciting and you know it, don't you hate on the Kers
Fuck your crew
Fuck your label
Fuck your music
Fuck your whole town
I ain't packing you up motherucker put the bowl down
The gold sound that's what I create
A good day on the pills yeah I'm popping my 8th
See I never gave a fuck about no Aussie hip hop
And then I come and took over, and they beg me to stop
Narr
I'm having fun and all you rapper are bitches
You's are fucking weak I'll get you bashed by my misses
It's the same old name
ABK 225 yeah the same old game
I'm the finger fuck you to the law and the judge
I've been sleeping on your raps I was snoring you cunt
I got an ego fucking oath I think it needs its own post code
I'm so fucking good so sick man I'm so dope
When I rap about that it piss you off
But I ain't really one to care I'll diss the lot yeah
Campbelltown they say it's rare and it's shitty
I'm a street motherfucker don't compare me to sixty
I been going on a bit I don't know when to stop
Fuck it leave the shit there when it drops it stops
Back with the bars leave you wrapped and I laugh
Cause you're wack and I ask can you pour another glass
You been waiting for the man to go speak up
I'm bad to the bone so they call me a deep cut
My weed tucked and the spliffs are rolled
I light em up my attitude I'm the sickest ohh
There he goes again about him all being the man
I think he doesn't give a damn expand and rule the land
Learn about the Kers coz I ain't leaving
I already died I swear to god I ain't breathing
Learn about the Kers coz I ain't leaving
I already died I swear to god I ain't breathing