CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Street Guide (Part 01)
Yeah, cut all that, bah
You rap to your friends at parties
Asking, "How do I sound on drill?"
And most of them cats just go with the flow
'Cause half of them boys ain't real
'012, I've been in these streets
And '021, I'm still in them, still
And when I say my brothers will let that slap on a track
'Cause I know they will
Phone my youngin, got me buggin'
Paranoid for the boys in blue (Repeat that)
No talk for the noise we do (Nah, but)
Big noise for the toys we use
It brings joy when I see the boys on the news
We left them with an open sore
Don't want war? Better grow some balls
Told my young G, don't lose them keys
'Cause it's gonna do more than open doors
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (The preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em
I'ma bring a rambo to a fist fight
Then watch me flick my wrist like Ric Flair
Been in the frontline on a opp block
So they can never flip my switch, they won't dare
Living my life with a whole lot of risk
But still I'm living it well (Yeah)
And them boys over there, claiming heaven sent
But still we giving them hell
See, the gang's always gonna be active
Drilling and trapping like cartel
But the cops still try to come milk me
But can never budge, 'cause I ain't no cow (Let me)
Throw up my star signs for the sixty
And the G's up for the gang as well
Bah-bah, when I ring this bell
Are they about war? Man, I really can't tell
'Cause after round one, they gon' throw in the towel
Listen
Yeah, the hood might get pretty red hot
But f**k that, I'm with GSO
And it gets real hot here in Aussie
But 'round here, every year, it snows
I'm tryna put my name on land
They're tryna buy the dearest clothes
With different reason goes
When they see the flash say, "Cheese" and pose
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
This sh*t ain't war for us
And it's not war for me
They talk 'bout drills and that
When *shh* got dipped up awfully
They say they drill and trap
When them boys can't afford a C
And I pay my bills with rap
But still got I packs for all the fiends
Trap phone rings, they callin' me
Kitchen call, that sorcery
They say I'm done with that four-four
But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings
This cyber beef, we forfeiting
Just save it for the streets
And if you ain't gang, don't talk to me
Just let the scoreboard speak (B*t*h)
F**kin' pussies
Yeah, lad
Gang gang, ayy
Gang gang, ayy
Skrr
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bah, bah, bah
And you thought we were f**kin' done?
Part two coming soon... b*t*h!
You rap to your friends at parties
Asking, "How do I sound on drill?"
And most of them cats just go with the flow
'Cause half of them boys ain't real
'012, I've been in these streets
And '021, I'm still in them, still
And when I say my brothers will let that slap on a track
'Cause I know they will
Phone my youngin, got me buggin'
Paranoid for the boys in blue (Repeat that)
No talk for the noise we do (Nah, but)
Big noise for the toys we use
It brings joy when I see the boys on the news
We left them with an open sore
Don't want war? Better grow some balls
Told my young G, don't lose them keys
'Cause it's gonna do more than open doors
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (The preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em
I'ma bring a rambo to a fist fight
Then watch me flick my wrist like Ric Flair
Been in the frontline on a opp block
So they can never flip my switch, they won't dare
Living my life with a whole lot of risk
But still I'm living it well (Yeah)
And them boys over there, claiming heaven sent
But still we giving them hell
See, the gang's always gonna be active
Drilling and trapping like cartel
But the cops still try to come milk me
But can never budge, 'cause I ain't no cow (Let me)
Throw up my star signs for the sixty
And the G's up for the gang as well
Bah-bah, when I ring this bell
Are they about war? Man, I really can't tell
'Cause after round one, they gon' throw in the towel
Listen
Yeah, the hood might get pretty red hot
But f**k that, I'm with GSO
And it gets real hot here in Aussie
But 'round here, every year, it snows
I'm tryna put my name on land
They're tryna buy the dearest clothes
With different reason goes
When they see the flash say, "Cheese" and pose
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (They want mercy)
I ain't giving 'em slack, instead, I'm feeding 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
This sh*t ain't war for us
And it's not war for me
They talk 'bout drills and that
When *shh* got dipped up awfully
They say they drill and trap
When them boys can't afford a C
And I pay my bills with rap
But still got I packs for all the fiends
Trap phone rings, they callin' me
Kitchen call, that sorcery
They say I'm done with that four-four
But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings
This cyber beef, we forfeiting
Just save it for the streets
And if you ain't gang, don't talk to me
Just let the scoreboard speak (B*t*h)
F**kin' pussies
Yeah, lad
Gang gang, ayy
Gang gang, ayy
Skrr
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bah, bah, bah
And you thought we were f**kin' done?
Part two coming soon... b*t*h!
