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letra de voice of the streets - skinz (uk rapper)

[verse 1]
get the drop, i’m flying there
and you know they’re dying there
they took my n-gga’s soul out his body and left him lying there
jail burned my amir’s, i caught him running up the stairs
these n-ggas snitching, no one cares
young boy, can’t do all them years
it ain’t too much to chat about cah all i did were trap it out
he were talking on my name, he ran off when i backed it out
caught him in his back, in his face so i’m happy now
i did like a five in there, they’re just p-ssed i’m back about
g i used to f-ck my re-up till i stacked a hundred g up
used to be a clacker too and i used to throw my c up
now all i talk about is bottom and the tops
and you know that i ain’t f-cking with the opps
i know they’re staring at the diamonds in my watch
and with this tennis and my pinky, that’s a fifty
and if i go then all my people dem gon’ miss me
and i been the one putting on for my city
and now it’s ’23, i don’t see nothing but jealousy
i trap but this rap’s my therapy
me and her got chemistry, we just pouring up hennessy
she don’t care bout my felonies, she get drops on my enemies
i came too far to turn back, for that b-tch i’ll burn that
loyalty you earn that, they fire then i burn back
i keep pushing, i told my people “i’m gon’ be suttin”
i’m just tryna buy another crib when that p come in
real rapper, you know i’m a real trapper
they heard my verse on rimzee’s tape and said i still matter
it’s still bottom and the tops, i ain’t f-cking with the opps
i’m waiting for my drops, i hear they’re waiting by the shops
they love the way i rap on beats and they know i got that heat
i’m the voice of the streets and i give my youngers eats
i’m still in and out the t, all i think about’s the re
it’s mad i used to tick a z, now i’m brucking down a ki
just tryna do this rap but they love it cah i trap
i’ll put your life on my wrist and my city on the map
and they just let me free again
i can’t let them take me back becah my little girl’s getting grown
can’t be knowing none of that
free my guys in prison, caught a bird cah they didn’t listen
gotta do a twenty till they’re home and sh-t’s just different
when we talking on the phone, he tells me “keep this sh-t consistent”
cah he locked up in the system, with my life it could be different
treating rapping like i’m trapping, tell you people tap in
all these bruddas capping, when i pull up they just snapping
born poor but i’ma die rich, g i’m on some fly sh-t
i don’t need no stylist, my ussy ain’t got mileage
neck and wrist like three bricks, i’m fly like a g6
had to get this sh-t myself cah they didn’t wanna see me rich
head weren’t really in the rhyming, all i thought about was grinding
that pressure built diamonds, all that pain made me violent
running from these sirens, i don’t care bout a come-up
cah you dead if i pull up and i come with my gun up
put my all into this rex, all you thought about was s-x
all these diamonds on my neck, now they’re saying i’m up next
[verse 2]
that money ain’t gon’ wait for you my g, you gotta get that
and they gonna respect that
cah g i came from nothing, caught a bird and then got sent back
they gave me ipp, that were a death trap
i came home and watch how serious i take rap
feel my presence, they were tryna rub me out but share my blessings
i ain’t written in a second
had to focus on me, this trapping gave me indigestion
they don’t know my pain, too much for my brain
tried to draw me out, i left him dead on the mains
they sent me jail, i did a five for the case
i were sixteen, came home with a beard on my face
mother tried her best but these streets i was raised
touch one hair on my head, i’m gon’ reach for my waist
i ain’t even thinking bout beating the case
the way i jumped out and let the ting beat in his face
n-gga i don’t need a reason, hustle every season
putting down them racks for my financial freedom
so i can wake up and just do as i please and
allow the road cah i been out here like a demon
my mama know i’m trapping, said i should be rapping
see this life different when you see a hundred stacking
i never had a grand, i paid that for these shoes i trap in
this ramadan i missed a h-lla prayers and i weren’t fasting
forgiveness what i’m asking, i know that i ain’t perfect
it’s crazy in the dunya then you die and it ain’t worth it
everyday i wake up to hit the block and just work it
and g i’m hitting every spot, coming like a circuit
but i hate this f-ckery, doubt when they trust me
when i do, make sure you tell ’em no one buss me
seen some n-ggas get it and just lose it all for p-ssy
and try bounce back and just get treated like dutchy

- skinz uk rapper

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