lil' azrael - street code lyrics
[intro]
yeah (ayy, let’s go)
free my block, forget your block, we stay lit, fam
still out here where it’s all good, don’t forget, man
tell the opps to show they side, we gon’ slide and handle business, fam
yeah, alright
[chorus]
go ahead, talk down on the gang (go on, say it), that’ll just get you buried in a brand new tomb (dumb self)
free my day one, when i was low, he pulled through, i ain’t have to ask, dude (that’s my bro)
plenty tools in the town, but most just flex for the gram, we the ones who shoot (for real)
still tryin’ to flex on the net, they ain’t lеarned yet, we gon’ handlе him just like the last dude (dumb self)
this ain’t no regular ride, just peep the interior, can’t you see? this the fast whip
hit him up so many times, now he wanna change his life, he tryna preach (his weak self)
the cash, the whips, the drip, and the girls, when you gone, none of that means a thing (for real)
and ain’t n0body gave me nothing, it’d be foolish to be handing out a ring (the what?)
[verse]
for the ones here just for cash, better bounce, i don’t need fake friends around (for real)
they all in my face when it’s sweet, soon as it’s rough, nowhere to be found (the what?)
after them drills, i’m praying, ’cause that could’ve been me laid out on the ground (for real)
he’s asking for help, but when i was down bad, he wouldn’t even throw me a pound
what’s up with these fake ones? i don’t gotta change my tone for these clowns (i don’t)
don’t wanna chat if it ain’t about business, i’ll hang up the phone, cut ‘em down (bye)
i don’t care about the fame, i still be ready to hop out and take a chain
put this heat to his head, knock off his cap, i’m tryna lay ‘em down
all that advice she gave, my mama was wise, but my young self didn’t listen
had it rough as a kid, that’s why i don’t celebrate, that’s my tradition
they said i wouldn’t make it, now i’m the youngest with racks in the family (for real)
had to grind through the struggle, but i gotta thank god for this talent, you see? (for real)
[chorus]
go ahead, talk down on the gang (go on, say it), that’ll just get you buried in a brand new tomb (dumb self)
free my day one, when i was low, he pulled through, i ain’t have to ask, dude (that’s my bro)
plenty tools in the town, but most just flex for the gram, we the ones who shoot (for real)
still tryin’ to flex on the net, they ain’t learned yet, we gon’ handle him just like the last dude
this ain’t no regular ride, just peep the interior, can’t you see? this the fast whip
hit him up so many times, now he wanna change his life, he tryna preach (his weak self)
the cash, the whips, the drip, and the girls, when you gone, none of that means a thing (for real)
and ain’t n0body gave me nothing, it’d be foolish to be handing out a ring
[outro]
free my block, fam
we’ll pull up and shake your block, fam
free my guys, free my dogs, free the ones we lost
we be the ones creeping in your zone, fam
leave you in the past, that’s the truth, fam
we put the work in, no doubt, fam
the what?
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