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letra de streetlife - ps hitsquad

[intro]
how did i make it home?
how did i get back?
i just let it all slap on the baitest road
jump in the passenger side of the 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]
streetlife
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 staying up late with a phone
long time that i ain’t been home
pray that i make it home
streetlife
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, bakе in a place unknown
it’s cold, i’m staying up late with a phone
long timе that i ain’t been home
pray that i make it-
[verse: 1]
i know that it’s taking a toll
all of these sleepless nights at the baker’s, bro
i been making dough, talk about status quo
still lookin’ out for my paigons, though
see an opp, i might tape off road
you know the way this goes
maybe you don’t
hot 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
wind down 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 burnt up
with the shank imma do him up worser
same fl!cky i use when i’m tagging
bag a whole nine, but i ain’t bragging
i want a max like branning
trapline banging
i got white like shannon, and i got dark like the mandem
but i ain’t tryna hear doors banging, the boydem got me doing up planning
smoking a blem, i’m chilling at j’s
little bro got 3 g packs in the bank
no we don’t need barclay’s
am pr, do the same trips in the car
sometimes, gotta leave by train
it’s all calm, pattern a yard
8-bits for a night, i’m at lisa’s place
i just pray that it’s safe
[chorus]
streetlife
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 staying up late with a phone
long time that i ain’t been home
pray that i make it home
streetlife
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 staying up late with a phone
long time that i ain’t been home
pray that i make it home

[verse: 2]
i had my mumzy’s kitchen
mum used to talk but her son wasn’t listening
could’ve played ball on the pitch, on the kicks day
same time i was in the field, tryna pitch him
i was 14 on the strip with the fl!ck-ting
black blade, do him up, quick ting
then i had to make cake, kipling
still on the estate with a big ting
still rap, but i ain’t like them man
talk bout skengs, but they ain’t no skengman
used to have more, now they ain’t got more than 10 man
real talk, send 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 him
if he an 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, 6 ’til 3
i tell darren go hit that fiend
2-on-1 at the alley because it was sally
i let her give 15
kanye west, i can’t tick this b
i’m too good to be riskin’ free
in fact, i think i’m too good for the trap
until little bro gets back, rap
still though
i think i need me a mill’ though
i think i need to chill though
streetlife gets real though
pray i make it home

- ps hitsquad

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