Testo Streetlife - Lofi Mix - PS Hitsquad feat. Oyinboy
Testo della canzone Streetlife - Lofi Mix (PS Hitsquad feat. Oyinboy), tratta dall'album Community Service
Huh
How did I make it home?
How did I get back? I just let it all slap on the baitest road
Jump in the passenger side of the ride, that's mileage
I know the way, let's go
Yo, put your foot on the gas, that's sirens
I know the station's code
Pray that I make it
Street life
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's code
Bando, baking the place, unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with the phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
Street life
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's code
Bando, baking the place, unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with the phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it
I know that it's taking a toll
All of these sleepless nights at the bakers, bro
I've been making dough, talk about status quo
Still looking out for my paigons though
See an opp on my tape, off-road
You know the way this goes, maybe it don't
Top boy Shmurda, I just slid 'round with the burner
Timmy, I roll with the turner
Driver's a learner, I point the thing like a cursor
Aim and shoot like I'm Werner
Wine down the window, bingo, lean out further
Foot on the gas, man swerve off
GSR on my person, I ain't no virgin
Closed door, gotta get burners
With the shank, I'ma do him up worser
Same flicky I use when I'm tagging
Bag a whole nine but I ain't bragging
I want the max like Branning, trap line banging
I got white like Shannon and I got dark like the mandem
But I ain't tryna hear doors banging
The boydem got me doing up planning
Smoking a blem, I'm chilling at Jay's
Little bro got three G-packs in the bank
No, we don't need Barclays
ANPR, do the same trips in the car
Sometimes gotta leave by train
It's all calm, pattern the yard
Eight bits for a night, I might lease this place
I just pray that it's safe
Street life
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's code
Bando, baking the place, unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with the phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
Street life
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's code
Bando, baking the place, unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with the phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
I had my mumzy's kitchen, mum used
To talk but her son wasn't listening
Could've played ball on the pitch on a kicks ting
Same time, I was on the field tryna pitch him
I was fourteen on the strip with the flick ting
Black blade, do him up quick ting
Then I had to make cake, Kipling
Still on the estate with the big tings
Still rap but I ain't like them man
Talk about skeng but they ain't no skengman
Used to have more, now they ain't got ten, man
Real talks and a prayer for them man
I can't get to the drop but my friend can
And if it's HSQ, he a dead man
Black on black when I step, fam
Step anywhere like a red van
Step anywhere, I'm surprised he got left any hair
How many shavings or we just blaze him?
If he an opp, we ain't got any care
'016, I was opp of the year
Look at the scores, it's not very fair
Phone call, "Have you got any gear?"
I be like, "Yeah"
Look, six 'til three
I told Darren, "Go hit that fiend"
Two on one at the alley because it was Sally
I let her give fifteen
Kanye West, I can't take this beef
I'm too good to be riskin' three
In fact, I think I'm too good for the trap
Until little bro gets back, rats
Still though, I think I need me a mill' though
Think I need to chill though
Street life gets real though
Pray I make it home
Credits
Writer(s): Nana Adjei, Eranio P E Era George, Danny Zammir Wever
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