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GOD SAVE THE STREETS PT. 1

 

GOD SAVE THE STREETS PT. 1

(album: GOD SAVE THE STREETS - 2023)


I told big bro I'll bring him back (Yeah)
He's in the can still
Skipped school, rolling straps like it's Nashville
And there no taking it back, I got his back still
I've seen the realists ones get sectioned off, and that's mad real
Mental health is real up in the hood but no one talks about it
Kill or be killed, and even runners never walk with out it
Tryna get through to the kids, so I got them all around me
But they still roll with automatics in their automatics
Bang bang, another man's down on the high road
Never had sky, he's letting sky though
Now, his writing letters in pen with a biro
Olders don't give him no guidance, are they his guys though?
Guy forks line 'cause his trapline was blowing up
He let his dawg run it for him, now the cats owe him nuff
He's thinking 'bout fucking up bredren 'cause he keeps fucking up
He's tryna get his money up instead of playing money up
I've seen the same story like a million times
They go down for stupid money or the silliest crimes
I did F with my killy, and my Kylian striker
No trace, no case, so I'm ringing off Lyca
'Cah you can't trust a soul out there
Cup full of spirits 'cause there's no souls out there
Went from boys to men to end of the roads down there
Can't be in pole position without a pole out there

Shottas and shooters wear the creep if the shoe fits
Ride outs on pedal, peds or the scooters
Kicked out his yard and now his doing a booting
Do what you got to do but know you ain't gotta do this
Disconnect, disconnect from the matrix
But there no oracle in the ends or saviours
Niggas don't know that there god in the flesh
Brudda, all the jewels came from the same chain of events

No grind, no shine
Winners gotta take risks but we had to risk our lives
Ducking old bill, still had to bill a line
Most man tried to make it out still ended up inside
Married to the game, so forever hold your piece
If you move weight then that's major key
And these were psalms that our story made us read
I said a prayer in my head
It was "God, save the streets"

God save the streets, yeah
God save the streets, yeah
God save the streets
God save the streets, yeah

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