Streetlife (Lofi Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 passy, yes I did it a 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 cold Pray that I make it [Chorus] 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 cold Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a 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 cold Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it- [Verse 1] I know that it's takin' a toll, all of these sleepless nights in the vacants bro I been makin' dough, talk about status quo Still lookin' out for paigons though, see a opp, I'ma tape off roads You know the way this goes, maybe you don't Top boy Shmurda, I just slid 'round with a burner, Timmy, I roll with a turner Driver's a learner, I point the thing like a cursor, aim and shoot like I'm Werner Wine on the window, bingo, lean out further, foot on the gas, man swerve off GSR on my person, I ain't no virgin, clothes all gotta get burn' up With a shank, I'ma do 'em up worser, same flicky I use when I'm taggin' Bag a whole .9 but I ain't braggin', I want a Max like Brannin' Trap line bangin', I got white like Shannon and I got dark like the mandem But I ain't tryna hear doors bangin', the boydem got me doin' up plannin' Smokin' a blem, I'm chillin' at J's Lil' bro got three G packs in the bank, no we don't need Barclays AMPR, do the same trips in the car, sometimes gotta leave by train It's all calm, pattern the yard, eight bits for a .9 at my niece's place I just pray that it's safe [Chorus] Street life (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 cold Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a 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 cold Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it home [Verse 2] I had my mumsy's kitchen, mum used to talk but her son wasn't listenin' Couldn't play ball on the pitch on a kicks day, same time I was on the field tryna pitch him I was fourteen on the strip with a flick ting, black blade do him up, quick ting Then I had to make cake, Kiplin', still on a estate with a big ting Still rap but I ain't like them man, talk about skengs 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 band Step anywhere, I'm surprised he got left any hair How many shavings? Or we just blaze 'em, if he a 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" (Huh) 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 tick this beat, I'm too good to be riskin' free In fact I think I'm too good for the trap until lil' bro get's back, racks still, though I think I need me a mil' though, think I need to chill, though Street life gets real, though Pray I make it home