[Intro]
See any angels in the city
See any angels in the city
See any angels in the city

[Verse 1: Gravy baby]
I don't see no angels in my city, if there's a God, please tell me if he's with me
'Cause I feel devilish when I'm walking through Sydney
All these people with their judgemental eyes
A lot of girls with silent cries, people fake, living a lie
Cunts with tats and chains think they're tough guys
So, if you judge, I'll judge, in a court room, never bow to the judge
Cunts can't fuck with my mind, Gravy in a matrix, yeah
My shit's unplugged
Even though I'm possessed by drugs, heartless I don't wanna show love
Cold motherfucker laughing at cunts like an entrance at Luna Park
Please don't make me start, life is a game so just play your part
Ripped out my heart, replaced it with art
Now, when I step to the mic, I rip it apart
My life, cold and dark, punching cones with the boys at the park
Cunts act hard but when coppers got them, they turn into dogs that bark
Snitches for you cunts that missed it, green with a bit of spin keeps me lifted
I hear it left, right and center so how come I don't feel gifted
Maybe cause I gotta be a lion in this concrete jungle, stand tall
And remain humble or start dramas and turn Sydney into a Royal Rumble
Trouble South West criminals, fuck all you cunts, no subliminals
Unleash like Jet Lee, get 'em, yeah, I'm fucking killing fools
Shout out all the boys from South West Sydney
HUSTLE HARD TV from day one
Yep, these cunts have always been with me
So, I proceed to progress, everyday's a battle 'cause I'm fucking depressed
Even though, I'm running out of breath
Smoke green 24/7 'cause it reliefs the stress
Yes, I'm going off like New Years Eve on the Harbour Bridge
Drop this drug, fuck crazy cunts were I fucking live
Yeah, product of my environment, so I'm used to it, smokin' oz's
But now I'm known around the O-Z, who fucking knew it
Yeah, tell me, who fucking knew it?
[Verse 2: Nter]
Yeah, yeah, Nter, my city
So, this is my city so watch me stand tall (Yeah)
I remain real, a street flow that's raw
See these streets I call home, they've never let me down (Nah)
And now, I'm running shit, gutter rap king from the underground
So, clap, clap back, batter pulled down with a baseball bat
In a back lane, sell crack till I stack
Big nose man, rubber bands now I rap, no snap
In a trap, I was raised like that
In a city, that's fucked with a gutter cunt that loves pulling guns
Shooting cunts, and the boys from the housos pulling them drive-bys
See your mother cry, son dead, bullet to the brain in the back of the head
Now he's locked up and he's doing a bid
Gutter cunt, fam, hustle hard to the end, no friends
Only one I can trust is the mic 'cause I'm real till I die, I stay true
Take a ride through my city and
See I'm pretty real on the track, I'll talk, I'm so true
Sin City, gotta love where you come from
Raised in the street, breaking shit, already pumped the jobs
[?]
No love lost, no love found, I remain real on the underground
I come up, you go come down
Nter one coming through with the gutter sound