letra de street kings - rell havoc
[chorus: g herbo]
ice cold, young n-gga, movin’ bricks like it’s wu-tang
p-ssin’ on the fake, pourin’ syrup with them candy bands, my n-gga
f-ckin’ on the block, you don’t know where i’m from, i’m right here
on the southside grind, streets murky, sh-t get scary
turned my hustle to a movie, this that trap caper
chasin’ every dollar, yeah, i’m down for the caper
you a fake, i’ll put a clip to your dome, don’t taper
chasin’ this paper, i’m down for the caper
[verse 1: rell havoc]
pull up on a n-gga, mask tight, whole city silent
strapped up, f-ck a warning, i be violent
n-ggas talkin’ reckless, i blast ‘em out the whip
hundred-round drum spin, f-ck a witness, i dip
i been grindin’ since thirteen, kitchen full of potions
birds cookin’ in the trap, i been swimmin’ in ocеans
money on my mind, haters mad, that’s expеcted
cross my circle wrong, get your block disinfected
i don’t joke, i don’t play, i don’t panic
whole opp team shook when my young n-ggas manic
from the mud to the racks, now i’m panoramic
all these fake n-ggas salty ‘cause my grind organic
[chorus: g herbo]
ice cold, young n-gga, movin’ bricks like it’s wu-tang
p-ssin’ on the fake, pourin’ syrup with them candy bands, my n-gga
f-ckin’ on the block, you don’t know where i’m from, i’m right here
on the southside grind, streets murky, sh-t get scary
turned my hustle to a movie, this that trap caper
chasin’ every dollar, yeah, i’m down for the caper
you a fake, i’ll put a clip to your dome, don’t taper
chasin’ this paper, i’m down for the caper
[verse 2: fat trel]
hold up, hold up, wait, let me speak
n-ggas die daily, gotta stay on my feet
pull up on a block with the drum, that heat
all these haters prayin’ for me to bleed
syrup in my cup, muddy, lean, we sippin’
stackin’ dirty cash, every move, i’m flippin’
try to sn-tch my bag? bullet hit your mission
cookin’ work all night, oven hot, no permission
f-ck instagram flexin’, i live that life
real ones ride for me, cut through strife
i been out the mud, grindin’, no lies
turned my hood pain into my enterprise
[pre-chorus: g herbo]
all my n-ggas strapped up around my way
get hit with the forty around my way
pour lean by the pints around my way
around my way, around my way
around my way
[chorus: g herbo]
ice cold, young n-gga, movin’ bricks like it’s wu-tang
p-ssin’ on the fake, pourin’ syrup with them candy bands, my n-gga
f-ckin’ on the block, you don’t know where i’m from, i’m right here
on the southside grind, streets murky, sh-t get scary
turned my hustle to a movie, this that trap caper
chasin’ every dollar, yeah, i’m down for the caper
you a fake, i’ll put a clip to your dome, don’t taper
chasin’ this paper, i’m down for the caper
[outro: rell havoc]
havocboyz ent., we built this
second album, paid in full
real ones know, fake ones fall off
if you came up with me, salute, n-gga
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