[Produced by J. Cole]

[Verse 1]
See I’m sorta like Simba from your down under land
With a small payslip, big dream in my hand
When I cross the ocean
To, to (tutu) the foreign spans
With a bitch on my waist
I’mma flame on your bands, but
I’m all in limbo and I’m patient as fuck
I don’t want, no degree, that shit just got me stuck
But what be worse? We talkin’ minimum wage
A 9-5 lookin’ slave
Headin’ fast to the grave, it’s insane
So I’m gunning for commotion
While you busting for promotion
Reapply on the lotion cause
Fuck an office structure
All I need is one mic and a happy juncture
Fuck me? Nah, nah fuck ye
Down under but you know he spittin’ top
What the fuck do he want?
Man you know I’m gonna haunt
I got scars, I got strife
I’mma shoot for the moon
Star soon, in the night
I’m the son of the light

[Hook]
Kion Kye man
Little lion man
Uh, uh

[Verse 2]
This is not his domain
On a roll, old Jermaine
And we both, put our city on the map
With our names, Sydney
But I’m a lil different
I put my whole country on, just give me a minute
I’m coming first, I don’t wait for seconds
The lesson is written aggression
Got me through, every testin’
So it’s on like I’m ‘fessin now
I ain’t lying, put the game on pause
So I’m gunning at you fast, rip shred, on shores, check it
Grew up with really little, till I grow really big
They tried to fuck with the kid, don’t know who he is
Who dat boy, I’mma runnin’ at the biz
Shotgun, shotgun, skull hard you losing the fizz
A young man, with a dream in his back pocket
Got the vision might socket, never lock it
Do he got it?
Is the sky fucking blue?
Do Jehovas sit and knock it?
Oh my, oh you
You don’t know what I can do
When I got something to prove
And just nothing I can lose
Shoe in, I pursue

[Hook]
Kion Kye man
Little lion man
Uh, uh