June

Heading out the door while I’m feeling blue
Give me all the things that i’ve given you
We were season 1, now its season 2
We should take a break like an interlude
A break from the rhymes, a break from the music
You don’t deserve talent, you only abuse it
I’m singing and rapping this shit is confusing
I’m sick of this shit i might just go and lose it
Gone for a little while but bitch, I am back now
Hidemen here with me and we chilling up in matt’s house
They told me bout their mission and I kinda saw the vision
So we gathered all the pieces and I’m hopping on this track now
Woah, heard this beat first and i was like, «Bruh»
Put me on this track and then they were like, «Nah»
So I got sad then I packed my bags and go
But Matt sent me this beat and I was like, «Yoooo, this is crazy!»
Puff, puff, make the stick last
Powerpuff, she’s never less
Gotta go around with the nuisance
Boutta come in with a new sense
Started from the bottom of the creek
Climb the highest mountain hit the tallest peak
Got money dropping like it’s autumn
Now we up high, flying like we got em'
I live in the moment, this life, I control it
My fate and my future, I wish i could hold it
Never ever gonna ever gonna ever regret
I could do this stupid baby shit like a Rugrat
Draw a pic and paint this shit with colour too
Control, take some care, love em' good like momma do
No talent don’t stain and taint it up
Keep it low your ego, but you fucked it up
Shoutout to Fahmy
Shoutout the boys in the crew
Shoutout to Matt, Wira, Qush and the rest of the dudes
It’s ABANGSAPAU and I been waiting on this since forever
Imma record this verse, balik
Go to my mama, and tell her
«Mum, I’m on a Hidemen song!»
Where brothers stick together
And we have a good time
Regardless of who the winner and who falls
It don’t matter who gon blow
It don’t matter who got fame
'Cause if 1 brother win then we all stand tall
And if we help each other out
Then we do it sincerely
I am filled
With so much gratitude
Because without your help, I don’t know what I’d do
Take it way back to shackles, T-A-D-L
My day 1s forever since November 18
And now we flying high
It’s the season for mating
The season for breaking
Bread on the table
Where we ate Burgernomics
Never worried bout no label
Independent youth
With love and passion
And thunder, no zeus
Just fire in the booth