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letra de voice of the streets freestyle - deep green

[verse]
i’m sure they’re all aware of my arrival
i came from the curb where there’s nothing to learn but survival
you think life’s all sweet, well there’s levels to it like a trifle
i want my money tall like eiffle
tryna make a milli like my first name’s micah
remember times i ain’t drive
legs all tired, i had to peddle and cycle
seen nitties on pin like vinyl, eyes look lost in a downward spiral
i set trends little n-gga, burberry boss, streets give me that title
my jewels insane, diamonds all white, looking all bridal
i was in the back like spinal
now i’m up front l!cking shots like lionel
money comes thick like bible
i ain’t got time to be thinking bout rivals
let me talk on the mic, might fl!ck it in sports when i drive
i bought everything to this d-mn table
even the forks and the knives
i’ve got love for the roads but i’m married to my phone
i proposed to my line
fifty racks on my kettle and i still check my phone for the time
independent, i don’t know about signing contracts
six my pendant, you can say that i’m shining from trap
i keep something on my waist
n-gga just in case so i’m fine in combat
so if it’s beef, beat corn
i’ma wipe him out even though i don’t want that
why? cause i’m a peaceful guy but i still see the evil eye
and people die in these streets every day
more time that’s the reason why
i’ll show you how to make hard from soft
just pass me the hard and watch
i ain’t rocking no richard mille
cause i don’t f-ck with no carbon watch
how many times did i run up these stairs?
like rocky, i feel it in my calfs and quads
my n-gga flyboy lost a whole box at fifteen
couldn’t tell if he was -rs-d or not
these streets i’m trapped in
grafting, feds wanna see me locked like ratlin
shut shop like maplin
harassing nonstop cah they know we get packs in
on the gram and they’re watching and not tapping
but it’s cool, let ’em follow my fashion
my brudda just slipped up, told him “fix up
get a grip cah you’re losing your traction”
now i’m feeling like 50, i might cop a new ride today
i told the guy i don’t need a test drive
just count up the p, let me drive away
auto, i don’t know about clutch
tell the po-po i don’t know about much
told the guy “you can wrap up the food how you want
i’ll still know if it’s f-cked”
and set man won’t prosper cah their freedom, they risk it rarely
o.t. man that trip was scary, that’s a long way like tipperary
on top like missionary, man get guap then share and split this
bro said that he whip so much that his wrist all f-cked
he can barely lift it
this head, you’ll get a concussion
my pockets thicker than a blonde woman
say you’re trapping but you’re on nothing
shout out them bruddas really on something
cutting down bricks and ounces, tryna cop whips and houses
now i’ve got my wrist on fountain
got them b-tch’s lips dem pouting
tell them labels “f-ck your advance”
way before rap g i had bands
five racks on this one ring
that’s a ten jibs on your man’s hand
slim pockets, that’s a fat chance
linked black dave, call him santan
a few fans got my six tattooed on their body n-gga
now that’s gang gang

- deep green

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