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Testo Feed The Streets - Rimzee feat. Potter Payper

Testo della canzone Feed The Streets (Rimzee feat. Potter Payper), tratta dall'album Feed The Streets

I'm the type to spin once and catch two

On a hunch

I come way to far to forget who I was

When I was down and I was out bro paid for my lunch

So now I keep his belly full like he ain't with the Klumps

We can do this on camera but I ain't with the stunts

Fuck with me g there ain't enough days in a month

You got time on your hands I got time on my wrist

I go Jumma with the kiers and we pray at the front

Uno these London streets hot but it's rainy as fk

I come way too far to forget who I was

Browas yakin everything and he was giving me cuts

So when I see his pagan he was spilling his guts

But he never said a word how I'm living is fucked

I only drop mix tapes but I'm living deluxe

They say I'm stuck in the dirt like a stick in the mud

But I'm with bro we investing and tripling up

ReMember we was just chasing man and tripping him up

Then a random guy came and started dipping him up

What a coincidence I'm mental I'm fucking up these instruments

You wernt there you just rap about them incidents and them instances

That's the difference but we can split the differences

I know all about what living from a distance is

in your struggle in pain is where the wisdom is

My barrel spin like a cd

Sprayed up blocks no grafffiti

Made my gun ring like EE

Had me on tv

Still serving oil like bp

My nigga go check my Cv

I Let it crash no write off

I'm the same niggas with the mic off

I be in the t like nylon

Hopping out of foreign cars

Who fought we get this far

No soft life I turnt soft to hard

Came out the can like a tin

I push white like a swing

When you talk about the realest I'm him

Count up them 1s

Came out the slums I made my g*n beat like the drums

Gamblin with big stakes

100k make your wrist ache

We ain't relying on no mixtape

Hopping outta 4 x 4s

Counting money the floor

But I can't forget the damp on the walls

I was in them cells without no toilets

Selling poison

Got me up In audemar for appointments

I'm from a different era

I grew up round serious kwengers

Them niggas grew up on Influencers

Credits
Writer(s): Chucks Chucks, Rimzee Rimzee, Oritseniraro Bemigho-amorighoye
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