Sign 2 the Streets

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Karma (Zone 2) - Rap, Drill

Sign 2 the Streets

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[Intro: Karma] Razz Ay, ay Karma, Karma, ay Trust me Gang Look [Chorus: Karma] Had to get me a brand new rambzy (I did), sadly danny got nicked with mine (It's true) True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like 6ixty9ine I'm sick of these (Sick of these), sick of these guys (Ugh) How you 'garn say we don't ride for the block? (Oi) When it's you that don't fucking ride look (Dickhead) No black blade like Wesley, please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep Got real life beef and I'm really in deep Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets Life ain't a game but they hide we seek (Some dickheads) Eek, eek, they don't want beef (They don't) Had a few opps but many decreased Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look (Dead) [Verse 1: Karma] It's Peckham B (Pecknarm) (We're the) We're the legends B Gang pull up bang they decease Please, please don't talk on my team Gang grip shanks and war machines Loosescrew dashed while making a scene Bro, bro, bro pull out the ting they Moscow March and then bleed Moscow March and die, why? 'Cause them man are just neeks Fuck it I don't wanna talk 'bout them and the whole of my block's too on True say no one can talk 'bout Pecks, and all of my opps are wet How many mans been shot and cheffed? Yo, 15 inch on my leg and we still got waps on the ends Free LD, free Denz, free Shaysqueeze, free Varnz, free Klemz, free PS, free Soaks, free Kenz Free all my guys man free all my friends And when we ride out it's ments All black like the night time try blend Swing, swing, arm extend (splash) [Chorus: Karma] Had to get me a brand new rambzy (I did), sadly danny got nicked with mine (It's true) True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like 6ixty9ine I'm sick of these (Sick of these), sick of these guys (Ugh) How you 'garn say we don't ride for the block? (Oi) When it's you that don't fucking ride look (Dickhead) No black blade like Wesley, please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep Got real life beef and I'm really in deep Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets Life ain't a game but they hide we seek (Some dickheads) Eek, eek, they don't want beef (They don't) Had a few opps but many decreased Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look (Dead) [Verse 2: Trizzac] Car door or that wap, if I see opps then they both get bussed Like, no fuss, no fuss get chinged in your mouth for talking tough (Ching him) Call me a one hit wonder, I hit it once and then I wander off (I'm off) I swear down I really love cheffing why do you think that I weigh so much? We got down two but throw two's up Fuck, woulda thought that a nigga was Dutch I want the big dogs but I still hit pups (I will) Split that juice like I dropped my cup (I done it) Duck if you see this skeng rise up We aim to kill this ain't no luck Splash, ew, gross, yuck But I still love when I ching man up (I love it) And I love when the kitties are clucking Cos they're due to put money in my pocket (They laugh) Fuck it, do them drills in public Rambo knife on my waist I tuck it What's all the bullshit, what's all the ruckus? Them man are neeks, clowns, muppets Two tings want a threesome, I love it Now they're tryna bruck it, bruck it, bruck it [Chorus: Karma] Had to get me a brand new rambzy (I did), sadly danny got nicked with mine (It's true) True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like 6ixty9ine I'm sick of these (Sick of these), sick of these guys (Ugh) How you 'garn say we don't ride for the block? (Oi) When it's you that don't fucking ride look (Dickhead) No black blade like Wesley, please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep Got real life beef and I'm really in deep Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets Life ain't a game but they hide we seek (Some dickheads) Eek, eek, they don't want beef (They don't) Had a few opps but many decreased Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look (Dead) [Verse 3: LR] Your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead How you talk on my friends like it don't make sense Like we don't slap it bait in dingers or peds Rev, bro on the Batman rev You know what we're on, how many been stretched? Me and [?] molly have sex [?] got swiped, then the [?] Tryna fuck me, fuck me, but I'm airing them (Oi) Love the way how we get paid Dressed [?] how we score on them How you get splashed then sent to pen? (What?) Don't talk, don't talk again Talk again, slipped, get bored again (Skengs) He try put on the shore like friends [?] your friends got left, how are your friends? Don't get captured by me and your friends (Splash) Paul got captured, screamed like a sket Girl told me she thinks I'm possessed She don't even know the demons in my head Never had to but I proved what I'm on Go ask what I done, left bare man wet Never had to but I proved what I'm on Go ask what I done, shoulda left him dead [Chorus: Karma] Had to get me a brand new rambzy (I did), sadly danny got nicked with mine (It's true) True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like 6ixty9ine I'm sick of these (Sick of these), sick of these guys (Ugh) How you 'garn say we don't ride for the block? (Oi) When it's you that don't fucking ride look (Dickhead) No black blade like Wesley, please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep Got real life beef and I'm really in deep Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets Life ain't a game but they hide we seek (Some dickheads) Eek, eek, they don't want beef (They don't) Had a few opps but many decreased Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look (Dead)

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  • Karma (Zone 2)
  • Trizzac
  • LR (Zone 2)