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letra de voice of the streets freestyle, pt. 2 - da (holly street)

[intro]
ooh, jony
kaj
m1onthebeat

[verse]
don’t lose yourselves (don’t lose it)
mum always said, “son, choose yourself and it’s me or you, so course you can lose your health (course you can)
really done late nights tryna move all stealth
if they only knew ’bout who caught sh-lls
if they only knew
smile in your face every time that i come home
i picture me on the stage at a one show
you with the smile on you face in the front row
i’ve seen a lot, so i don’ t trust loads (i don’t even trust tough)
i’vе got trust issues from these f-ckеd roads
everyone smiles in my face, i’m paranoid
i don’t even trust my solicitor’s (no)
i don’t even trust these shotgun cylinders
look through my eyes, you ain’t gotta go cinemas
look at my cali, the tree’s indigenous
don’t give us the drop, we’ll come for you idiots
which opp block should we go? it don’t make no difference (doesn’t matter)
legal advisor ain’t gotta do much, straight no comment and plead my innocence
if they only knew how i take risks (shh)
how the f-ck could i fake this? (how?)
i never thought i would say this, put da on your playlist
put da in the passy, let me see an opp on the corner, pull up and spray this
half of my batch on ankle bracelets
uncle’s callin’ me famous (what the f-ck do you think this is?)
look at the smile on the sergeant’s face
i can’t even count how much charges placed
i can’t even count how much armed enforcers infiltratin’ marje’s base (too real)
i can’t even count how many days i have left
i need a spot they can’t invade
i see the obbo, park and wait
if only they knew ’bout the paranoia
karma’s a b-tch, i’ve been tryna avoid her (stay low)
even though man been live recent
i been tryna live life decent
all of them trips to the station, i need an extended vacation
lately, i just live life wild
i need to kickback for a while
if only you knew how much man sit back and deep, i don’t even smile (tsh)
pray for the best for my brother’s trial
to me, that’s blood like my mother’s child (free him up)
to us, it was normal coverin’ mileage
for them, it was awful duckin’ and divin’
we just found it fun
young and dumb
i got my brothers, right or wrong
if you ride along then come
get turned off when we turn on
you can run or ride away all you want, but slip and you know you’re done
you ever seen a bullet shower? well, i can demonstrate with this drum (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, f-cks sake)
[outro]
ooh, jony
kaj
m1onthebeat

- da holly street

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