[Commentary: Motley]
Yo, yo, yo, it's your boy, Motley, from the UK to Shepparton. Oh my god, what am I doing out here? Hanging with my boy Briggs. It's the Golden Era Mixtape, you know what it is. Yo, let 'em know, boy, do your thing.
[Verse: Briggs]
Hits for the record [?]
Kick it with your misses that we all got pictures of
If their stickers in the spot I'm rippin' their pictures off
[?] take me take your weed and sh*t and kick a sicker song
I'm slicker than Bruce with karate slippers on
Big belly rapper from the valley of Shef
Where I come from T, H's, and F
So get it in your mouth till it's down in your neck
Minute you can get it, you can tell all your friends
Quit killin' me with questions like "where does it end?"
Where the next record is, waitin' for my second kid
Waitin' on the second comin', waitin' on the reckonin'
Who 'round here is f*ckin' with Briggs? (No one!)
G.E. Mix, who's f*ckin' with this? (No one!)
Hoods had the call and I ain't even got the phone on
Every style borrowed, motherf*cker, I just [?]
[Scratches: Jayteehazard]