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safone - voice of the streets freestyle lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
time to touch the road and get it fired up
if you’re living in the grove you’ll get fired up
when i’m standing at the stove it gets fired up
if you’re f+cking with my dough you’ll get fired up
i’m kinda mad in the dome, i get fired up
i be getting in my zone before it’s fired up
what you doing with your line? time it fires up
we’ve got that one drop stone to get you fired up
i be with the bros, we get it fired up
we had to check the new younger wasn’t wired up
how you mean you lost the phone? we shoulda tied you up
now every time you see the po, better slide it up
if it’s the grand prix i’ve got the top rider cup
who’s got them bulldogs? holla don i’ll buy your pup
i’m tryna figure out who’s on it and just riding buzz
cah we’re ready, got the plan, just gotta write it up
gotta watch out for the b+tches that’ll wind you up
i gotta watch out for the feds tryna swipe me up
who’s sticking by my side when my life erupts?
i switch to the giffgaff, i put the lyca up
i know you had the dark mash, i had to lighten up
war mode, i had a boat i had to tighten up
we was putting down them poles, man was piping up
he tried to pick the other side so don’t cry to us
three raids, three days, all in one week
twenty bags that year, they sucked man’s p’s
and i ain’t got a rich auntie
it’s just me and the bank p
i just sent my n+gga lots of p for canteen
just the other day i gave him ‘when you land’ p
but i’m as real as you can be
and i’ll never forget a n+gga when he had me
plan a needs to work, f+ck a plan b
i come from stashing burners in the pantry
living in the same yard where you plant trees
sleeping in the same room where you bag b
cause i know the roads is where the bags be
quick footie switch, i’m looking out for crack fiends
arms to the groin is where the needle tracks be
meeting them in cars, yards and abandoned factories
half a box in the taxi
i knew the feds were gonna do me nasty if they catch me
cause i’ve got the cheese, the onions and the pasties
and i’m wearing the same coat from when i macked g
b+tches in real life tryna latch me
cyber geeks die every time that they lose their battery
yelling feds, same time tryna harass me
she’s too young if she don’t remember latchkey
i’m a celeb boy, get me out the pen
they got me sh+tting in a box and eating from the bed
imagine every time you’re fed, eating it with bread
i had to tell a couple screws to “relax, you ain’t the feds”
in the green i was chilling on the threes
shouting out the window, channel 673
i’m looking cookies, canteen copping three
skip this part of the film if you follow me
i went from £15k kettles to fifty pound a week
from doing what the f+ck i want to soaps and sleep
from twenty pound munches to rationing my sweets
imagine phones on the wing but it’s hot for me to tweet
i’m on blowing big cali now, i’m giving out wee
becah i rah can’t afford to fail a mdt
i’m on a outside charge if they took my tv
becah sat in the dark is not what it’s gonna be
i used to sit and fl!ck through my sky q
now i watch ‘the chase’, tryna boost my iq
i was never drunk on the road, never mind hooch
preaching that i’ll never take a sip but i might do
seeing screws everyday, i’m catching the swine flu
telling us this chicken is allowed but that’s swine too
i’ve got money but i can’t buy the right food
i need a pepe’s or a mcdonald’s drive thru
[part ii]

[hook]
i tell her “give me the gossip then skin it on a pin phone”
twenty seven months i ain’t been home
they’ve had a mad one on limp mode
now i’m back making racks off my ringtone
i’ve been on the wing mopping up floors
my hitta’s on the road chopping up raw
i hit three different jails on that tour
but now i’m home, no more locked doors
slim ting with a booty, yeah i like those

[verse 1]
tell her buss it open like a bifold
moving wassy on that side road
only got me banged up in the biro
when we’re chatting make sure you use the right tone
cah you can catch a cob of corn on your drive home
they got the trapper’s bags from them encro’s
woulda been better off using an iphone
n0body’s ever had me up on my toes
fistfight, i’ll black both your eyes like a blindfold
life’s like tryna balance on a tightrope
i nearly fell a couple times but i’m alright though
i’ve got this one ting telling me she’s true to me
and keeps tryna find ways that she can prove to me
i told her do her ting, don’t be glued to me
i’m in jail, the only thing that you can do for me is
[hook]
give me the gossip then skin it on the pin phone
twenty seven months i ain’t been home
they’ve had a mad one on limp mode
now i’m back making racks off my ringtone
i’ve been on the wing mopping up floors
my hitta’s on the road chopping up raw
i hit three different jails on that tour
but now i’m home, no more locked doors

[verse 2]
nine sitting on my pillow, it ain’t cranked off
cause if i hear them locks turn it’s getting banked off
i remember on the roads having standoffs
now i’m on a prison phone having w+nk offs
cunch living, it was cars that we stayed in
but when that money came in it was some mad prof
and the way we had them whistles it was raving
i fell in love with them sounds when it bangs off
i bought a crib when i was sitting in the pen
scoring in the prem while i was sitting on the bench
same time sp+nked twenty thousand on my rent
all the p i spent, you’d be telling me i’m ments
if you’re a g then why you sitting on the fence?
them n+ggas dissed your friend and you ain’t even took offence
ting keeps telling me she’s sick of being friends
i’m in jail, making you my girl don’t make no sense
[hook]
low me then give me the gossip then skin it on the pin phone
twenty seven months i ain’t been home
they’ve had a mad one on limp mode
now i’m back making racks off my ringtone
i’ve been on the wing mopping up floors
my hitta’s on the road chopping up raw
i hit three different jails on that tour
but now i’m home, no more locked doors

- safone lyrics

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