"Feed The Streets" lyrics
(feat. Potter Payper)
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 munch
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 killers and we pray at the front
You know these London streets hot, but it's rainy as fuck
I come way too far to forget who I was
Bro was 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 lives
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 thought 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 1's
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-by-4's
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
I come way to far to forget who I was
When I was down and I was out, bro paid for my munch
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 killers and we pray at the front
You know these London streets hot, but it's rainy as fuck
I come way too far to forget who I was
Bro was 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 lives
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 thought 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 1's
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-by-4's
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
