USG Cypher [SBTV]

Lyrics

[Verse 1: K Koke] I got a crazy time piece, no Rolex And when the hand strikes the nine, shots go fetch If a man cross the line, he caused his own death A couple grand on your life, a couple cold steps If my money's on your mind, get your dome swept Like a cleaner in the streets when the road's messed I'm in the streets, police believe that I'm homeless Nobody feeds me, I gotta go get 'Cah I want a TT and my own nest And I wanna be free from the roads clench I want my pockets lookin' like they're so hench So I create my own pie and make the dough spread And keep heat until cheese is dripping off my own bread Believe me, these peeps won't listen till they go deaf It's likely, I'll be, living with a chrome spesh Try me, I squeeze, rip it through your bold chest I bucked these dickheads in prison and they don't rep I don't care 'bout how you're living, got my own stress And I don't care about these women if we don't sex And even then, I don't bring them to my own bed A real G chilling in my own head Real beef will survive, it just don't dead It gets passed down the line from the olders Just another pump, pump, postcode death I know it is what it is, stay focused 'Cause a dream and a wish ain't hopeless Believe it from me, I own this Plus I got a reason to breath, I got my own kids So I need to achieve, 'cah they grow quick Believe I'm gonna teach them how the roads is Teach my son to never trust a cold bitch And my daughter's independence, get your own shit And if I'm not present know my soul is The thought of not seeing them grow makes me so sick So I gotta leave the road and get my dough quick Before I end up with holes in my own wig [Verse 2: Aystar] I'm like USG I'm on this fucking ting are you messin' Man tried to beef, I backed out the Smith and Wesson They went from running at a guy to flappin' it then essin' I went from standing there to banging shots off, then deppin' And that's how easy man can get it, man don't know I'm strapped Ask Izzy, man was in the party with the Mac And plod come in the gaff, talking 'bout they want to search the place I was over backs, I ain't getting nicked and serving 8 That's real talk, man don't even have to lie Man'll slap a guy, talking 'bout you wanna capture I Rollin' with your rusty rebores, I'll go 'n' get three fours and two of my mates and be outside with all three doors, like And what's he saying, all three of us start popping Hopping off KTMs with three .45's it's nuttin' But man are risking freedom That's why I'm like, is he dumb I'll phone man to pop up out the blue like some pre cum And leave a nigga lying on the road just like a speed bump (Wheel that shit, listen, yo) Suspect gang, you already know how it goes down I be on the road, shotting O's to the whole town I got this chrome nine, it holds a cold round And if it bangs, no washing up, you'll get the clothes down I'm on some money shit, music shit, street shit Got a bit of beef, so the straps within reach kid And you don't wanna hear it, wanna hear it, screech It's got some nice teeth so if it touches you it's peak, look I'm out on these streets tryna eat I ain't tryna beef, but if it's beef know I'll pack the heat And I'ma bang straight at your peeps And I'ma run from police when they come, I'm staying strapped with that piece, 'cause If I don't get away, I wanna bang at the police, look No time to hesitate, if I don't get away I'm gonna do what I have to Don't let the police catch you Plod running up like yo, freeze, this ain't a statue [Verse 3: Geko] I'm sicker than an aids patient All you rappers talking 'bout the pap- making, fake caking, clay making, names blazing, flames baiting, pains aching Strip the beat, naked like the beat was on Babestation Bitches setting niggas up Bank account ain't figured up Snitches getting stitches if you're real throw your triggers up Hoods kinda nuts, you can say the hoods snickered up I'm little kid that makes the gyaldem throw their knickers up Living in this block life, wishing for that rock like Can't say you ain't fake, pussy, yo I clocked twice I got a team, full of dogs and the dogs bite Rolling with some brothers, full of donners making slugs fly Alright, so let me tell you 'bout the times when We was young kids, chillin', thinkin' we were wise men So let me tell you 'bout the issue bro 'Cause I been through more shit than a tissue roll Money got me crawlin', fallin', happy in the morning snoring Ladies 'dem are ballin', callin', saying they want foreskin from me, I hit that Running from the flipping federalli, then I kick back Tell your girl to come and bounce it on me And I click clack, if I hear some cheek from anybody On the strip flat, feeling like I'm just an anybody 'Cah money can be easy peasy if you've got the brain Talking all that greazy beef G, but you ain't the same Weather getting breezy, please believe me I'm insane Do you really feel me, leave me easy in the rain Running with my Nikes on, scarring got my mikey on Relying on myself, nobody else to come and guide me on Party in the USA, getting all my Miley on Saying that you're after me, I'm saying come and find me don, alright 'Cause I'm still on the block, where the kids got the guns and the knives in their sock [Verse 4: Squingy] Raised in the gutter I know about suffering Nothing in my cupboard, stomach still rumbling Money's still tight, even though we hustling Fam I can't take it, 'cause everyday's the same shit Red letter bills and threats from the bailiffs Pray days change but, shit never changes Boilers on the blink again, pipes ain't heating right Leccies running low, I'm writing bars by the candle light Plan A flopped, I'm looking for a plan B Pissed off, angry, gotta feed the family Pops gone to heaven, I'm in charge of the family So I don't give a fuck, if you fools can't stand me Bad mind fassyoles, fake friends gotta go Wanna put a hole, in my head, like a Cheerio That's why I roll the streets alone Up and down the risky roads Snakes got me moving bait, with the loaded .38 Jake's got me losing papes, stress got me losing weight Still I'm optimistic, stay strong, hold the fate Pray for the days, I make it out this ghetto maze Mumma said, "Stay strong, this bad patch is just a phase" Don't move reckless, kick back, meditate And watch who you're rolling with Your closest friend could be a snake I'm sharp like a guillotine, out on these killer streets The streets is corrupted, turn friends to enemy Sent some to jail, and some to the cemetery Gun shots, bodies droppin', turn man to memories [Verse 5: Lefty] We keep 'em, sticking to the mission, in this thing of ours I'm trying to fulfil all my visions, figures, bigger cars And bigger yards, no limit, on a nigga cards My children think that life is easy though we living hard And that's the way I want it, 'cause I grew up with some different scars Prefer physical to mental 'cah I miss you loads Sittin' here, wishin' on a star that ain't gonna get you far So I treat this shit like it was gym now watch me lift the bar I'm raised in the wake, they're waitin' on the latest tape And I'm tryna get them balling wages that these Lakers make My son and daughter, they be straight clothes is tailor made 'Cah you ain't get none of the cake, you sippin' Haterade Get out my way or get laid flat, yeah that's the state of play I got my stacks from the dawn of night 'till the break of day From all the bullshit and the hype I had to break away Now I rely on what I write, I gotta make this pay