Still Here – 21 District

[Jay Lekz:]
Jay Lekz I’m still widdit
I’m a die hard straight Bruce Willis
Small snippet
‘Blood got spilled but district drillers have now been drilled
Cos I hit them all, never ask
Run that ball, never pass
Spit these bars but trust I’m still on the field
I’m only 110, cuz my brothers live for that ride
Lads never fold to that knife
These opps never witness my kind
Never see ’em in the 21 district (naah)
Tryna tick off this hitlist (naah)
I take the heat when I back my hood
Then smile Optimus Prime
That breed? Constrictor
I read em all like a scripture
Can’t follow me coz I’m quicker
But your girl follows my insta (woo)
Peel these opps like a sticker
I talk that shit but I dont pretend
Who got hit and I’ll do it again
Numerous trips but someone got sent
Woop woop [x3]
What now? What now?
Something you don’t wanna discuss?
Woop woop [x3]
Lesson learnt
21 JayLekz runnin a muck

[A1:]
This is one for my opps (one for, one for)
This is one for my opps (one for, one for)
We out here sending shots
Come and get smoked if you test my block
It’s been a long time since I been back
It’s been a long time since I’ve been mad
Comin thru with that crew we some real lads
Going crazy going mental like we real mad
Real mad like some real cats
Y’all better kick back and relax
Coz if you tryna get jumpy then you about to get real jacked
You get real jacked if you out here talking real smack
Them lads not hood
Them lads are rooks
They’re all for looks
Those trips they took
Lad they never stepped foot in my hood
There’s a opp round here I’m on that
That 21 I’m from that
Those tough streets yeah I’ve been on that
Walk through any man’s block with the hood on my back
Got that (shhhh) in the back
Got it strapped at the back
Case I gotta pop back
No talk dis dat
Lad yeah I stay strapped
Run a opp down guess he’ll never come back
Dems lads they tryna act tricky
One to your back call you Ricky
Hold it down till death for my district
My whole team eats but it’s 21 strictly
21 strictly getting kinda risky
if they tryna act iffy wif me
Jay leks by my side with that whiskey
Got rongotti with the hammer feeling shifty
Feeling shifty I do it all day 24/7
Send them opps to the heavens
Workn with my brethens
Got Maliq with that Mac 11

[Mac 11:]
Mac Eleven the don I about to purge like Freddy
It’s 21 District trust me lads them pussies ain’t ready
They talk about opps in the lock
Yea i’ve been there time served
Now these kids want to disrespect them OG Jail Birds
Trying to act like they all drilling
But they ain’t widdit
Ay what’s the point of wearing a bum bagg
If there’s nothing in it (There’s nothing in it)
These opps ain’t about that life they all just run and snitch and hide
I hold it down and pledge my allegiance to that Innerwest side
They talk about stacks, flippin packs, pushing dis n dat
Ay lad don’t come around here trying to urch with a fake Gucci hat
don’t get me wrong brah, I ain’t hating, I’m just stating facts
So cut tha act, I’m just being real, that’s why they call me Mac
Still down to ride in my X5 with a pumpy on tha side
If we collide, ain’t gonna lie, I’ll let them bullets fly
It’s 21 District Innerwest Sydney, screaming no effect
I’m sending shoutouts to my brethrens in that pickard fence (Free Jimmy)

[Ron Gotti:]
Never did fold when I seen that knife
Fist to fist you ain’t about that life
Innerwest is where we playing chess
I’m built like a lion coz I walked that line
Bitches want a taste of this
I got my fists balled up like I’m plague to this
Never ever gonna fold to a fakey bitch
Coz I was made for this
They ain’t made for this
Innerwest swing to my T’s
Innerwest swing to my T’s
I got the recipe
You don’t want mess with me
Stick to that chicken boy
You don’t want beef
21 district Innerwest Sydney
Cuz they know what’s good in my hood
Wanna get iffy shifty
Leks feeling tipsy
Run that label like suge
They all got shooked
People keep telling me stop
Drillers keep talking bout heat
But really diggaz gonna get dropped
Gonna get popped
Got me ballied up
BO! BO! BO!
Who this digga?
Hiding in the dark boys run that figure
Talk off your chops
Coz your balls got dropped
Wanna snitch to the cops
We pull that trigga

[Maliq:]
Maliq is back here to stay
Straight to that place in case you kids wanna play
All you cunts there get too carried away
Caught up and blacked out, carried away
Cold blooded like a Pisces (Granville)
Come fuck with some ball runners
Done it again like Ah McCain
I live for this shit
You can’t rush me (Innerwest!)
Do it again, I love it, fuck it
They ducking, ducking
You see me comin’
Wipe em off like it never started
Still here like I said and I’ll say it again
Innerwest and that 4×10
Don’t get caught in a lion’s den
No lads there, stay in your lane
Lads here? Built for the game
Them swagger boys used to call me insane
Fuck ’em all tryna feast on my name
(Feed him!)
Make it rain when his bleeding
Robbed that hood like Robin Hood
Cuz take it quicker then beam it!