Street Guide (Part 01)

(Yeah cuh whatever)
You rap to your friends at parties asking
"How do I sound on drill?"
And most of them cats just go with the flow
'Cos half of them boys ain't real
Oh-one-two up been in these streets
And oh-two-one I'm still in them still
And when I say my brothers
Will let that slap on a track
'Cos I know they will

Phone my youngin, got me buggin'
Paranoid for the boys in blue
No talk for the noise we do
Big noise for the toys we use
It brings joy when I see the boys in the news
We left them with an open sore
Don't want war, better grow some balls
Told my young G don't lose them keys
Cos it's gonna do more than open doors

These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap
(Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting em facts
But I gotta stay, hidden with that
(They want mercy)
I ain't giving them slack
Instead I'm feeding em lead
While broskis out there feedin em meds
I know that side is feeling depressed
These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap
(Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting em facts
But I gotta stay, hidden with that
(They want mercy)
I ain't giving them slack
Instead I'm feeding em lead
While broskis out there feedin meds

I'ma bring a rambo to a fist fight
Watch me flick my wrist like Ric Flair
Been in the frontline on a op block so
They can never flip my switch, they won't dare
Living my life with a whole lotta risk
But still I'm living up well
And them boys over there
Claiming heaven sent but
Still we giving them hell
See the gang's always gonna be active
Drilling and trapping like cartel
But the cops still try to come milk me
But can never budge, cos I ain't no cow
(Let me- What!)
Throw up my star signs for the sixty
And the G's up for the gang as well
Bah- bah- when I ring this bell
Are they about war? Man i really can't tell
'Cos after round one they gon' throw in the towel
Listen

Yeah the hood might get pretty red hot
But fuck that I'm with GSO
And it gets real hot here in Oz
But round here every year it snows
I'm tryna put my name on land
They're tryna buy the dearest clothes
Different reason goes
When they see the flash say cheese and pose

These, these boys outside here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap
(Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay, hidden with that
(They want mercy)
I ain't giving them slack
Instead I'm feeding them lead
While broskis out there feedin them meds
I know that side is feeling depressed

These, these boys outside here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap
(Preacher's callin')
He's still spitting them facts
But I gotta stay, hidden with that
(They want mercy)
I ain't giving them slack
Instead I'm feeding them lead
While broskis out there feedin them meds
I know that side is feeling depressed

This shit ain't war for us, and it's not war for me
They talk bout drills and that
When shhh got dripped up awfully
They say they drill and trap when their boys can't afford a C
And I pay my bills with rap
But still got packs for all the fiends
Trap phone rings, they callin' me
Kitchen call that sorcery
They say I'm done with that four four
But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings
This cyber beef we forfeiting
Just save it for the streets
And if you ain't gang, don't talk to me
Just let the scoreboard speak
(Bitch)
Fuck them pussies
Yeah lad

Gang gang, ayy
Gang gang, ayy
Skrr
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bah- bah- bah-

(You thought we were fucking done? Part two coming soon...bitch!)