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letra de voice of the streets - tunde mcr

[verse 1]
where do i set it off?
was nearly born out the ends cos daddy had mummy go and check the spot
on the m way to the crop and the waters dropped
swap seats fast, spun the whip and just drop the box
my sons being born a manc, they were the words from pops
he smacked it back to with where i was born on the whiskey block
nine pound, seven so i was destined to eat a lot
hungry from birth man was even tryna eat the cot
went from [?] to lampton, right near [?]
domestics gettin’ out of control, dads lost the plot
my mum packеd her sh-t and grabbed the kids and just hit thе block
now we’re on the motorway with no plan and no gwop
sleepin’ on a hard shoulder, had to take a pit stop
i was like 3 or 4, [?] like 1 bro
been through h-lla sh-t, gotta stay strong though
had us up in grimsby in a refuge and a hostel
ptsd, why’d you think i’m in a mood?
had us up in sc-nthorpe in a hostel and a refuge
that didn’t last long, now we’re back to livin’ f-cked
grows in the shed, under the water bed the heaters tucked
pops was a trapper man i think its in my genes and blood
inside i’m feelin’ dead, wish i felt alive
one bedroom for a family of 5 and i ain’t even 5
gave up on my shot at life before i even tried
mum used to eat her pride, to the point she cried
sat up on the step in tears, middle of the night
i can’t even sleep now, tired and depressed up in the playground
even scared to ask my friends if they wanna stay round
you ever seen your shh put a shh to your mums head?
and i ain’t talkin’ bout a raid brother this ain’t gunfed
i could go even deeper but i think there’s been enough said
that one had the fans eyes poppin’ out like a pugs head
mad with the wordplay like a schitzo
eyes poppin’ out like a calypso
mum said i was 10 when she found my first pistol, hand on my heart i don’t remember
i said it must have been a bb or a fufu
she said “son you’re f-cked in your head, it was a .22”
screaming “if you touch my mum again i’m gonna [?] you”
she said “i’ll have to take it but its nice to know you’re down to ride”
hit my uncle up to come collect it from the countryside

[verse 2]
let me get back to the story
mans about 10 now, this ain’t balamory
mum tried her best but there’s nuttin’ she could do
i’m slowly fallin’ for the streets and she don’t even have a clue
just turned 11, pops left on christmas day
never really seen him since, what’d you think i’m gonna do?
i’m l!ckin’ [?] on my crosser while you’re whippin’ up a brew
the way you put me into sports, i owe apologies to you
nearly died on that bike, sorry for what i put you through
you said “no matter what, i’m stickin’ by you like some glue”
we’re livin’ in an open jungle, i don’t know about the zoo
swap the football for the streets, this ain’t the picture that she drew
jumped straight up in the field, bit off more than i could chew
holdin’ raid after raid off them f-ckin’ boys in blue
she said “next time you’re out son, its fully up to you, you’ve gotta think about your brother and your sister [?]
hit my house again so now i’m in the cold like a flu
lucky sam brought me in, that brother always kept it true
now we’re shottin’ and robbin’ just to get the stack grew
hittin’ stains with a spade and then weighing in the [?]
runnin’ through mansions on my birthday just to get paid
bought some b and white and came up off a gillette blade
line started pickin’ up so i put some people on
took these guys from pt’s and air max to louboutin
g-star to balmain, how you still do me wrong?
adidas and nike to stone island and the moncler
took my shots behind my back and acted like you’ve gone clear
worst part about it is you man are olders
but ever since that day i’ve bought about 10 revolvers
no time limit on karma, please watch your shoulders
my hittas hittin’ blocks and l!ckin’ off more than boulders
you man make me sick, so called og
you was there when my mum tried to f-ckin’ od
that’s the last thing i needed if you really know me
broke my heart, i looked up to you guys since like 03
people think they know my life but they don’t know about mine
mum and nana died, [?] with cancer at the same time
my gyal got pregnant, same week my f-ckin’ bro died
now i’ve lost em both and it ain’t fair
i was really grievin’ but she’s thinkin’ that i don’t care

[verse 3]
if i’m there, kai could never have a one on one
he’s puttin’ half’s into holes, call it one to one
its very rare that i’m not packin’ but i’m more than ready for it if it comes down bomb for bomb
this is c block, i suggest you don’t floss
f-ck the middleman bro you’re rockin’ with the mob boss
raised round nutters like big [?] and big ross
little tramp took my guy, ends took a big loss
k’s movin’ mad, givin’ out pimp slaps
networked with other cities, now we just link traps
get away with the grow, ain’t talkin’ bin bags
i ain’t a banger but my city’s flyin’ red and blue flags
they movin’ shook
manny music, grew a back bone
jumped in the music game, passed down the trap throne
back then, started off gettin’ packs grown
now the kids levelled up, i just get these packs flown

- tunde mcr

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