This the story of a street life
This is what the streets like
When it gets dark and the guns bark
Police are enemy they want our
Cocaina pura filhos duma puta
Still I rise through the fire
My desire to get higher is higher
Than these snitches and these liars
Lord Knows
Street life live that ain't no denying it
We get dough then flip that fire sticks
Get low and sticks clap rider sh*t
No lying kid know who you're riding with
If Don gets caught
And then turns into a lying snitch
If I get caught the lord knows I'm denying it
The lord knows I'm a lying sh*t
Like "Nah judge
It weren't me I didn't ride on him"
And if that don't work I'mma ride my ting
I'mma ride my bird like I was cycling
Fight through the fire like a fireman
Let the ting light and leave him hearing sirens
And that's all because he tried the ting
Like Koke's known
Let me try and get stripes from him
P**sy boy want to test the eye
Get shot and want to testify
This the story of a street life
This is what the streets like
When it gets dark and the guns bark
Police are enemy they want our
Cocaina pura filhos duma puta
Still I rise through the fire
My desire to get higher is higher
Than these snitches and these liars
Lord Knows
The lord knows that I'm suffering
I reach for the sky
Like I wish I could cuddle him
I pray to stop hustling
But I can't until my Mummy stop struggling
Life had me running risks
Fight with a gun no fists
Product of my block
So just know who you're f**king with
Been running around these blocks
Ever since I was a f**king kid
And I let it pop
I'm certified in my f**king bits
I've heard the lies
You dickheads keep chatting sh*t
The burner lights
You dickheads ain't clapping sticks
If they try to turn their back on bridge
Early night catch him while he's with his b**ch
From the most hated ends in North West
Remorseless bang guns
Be cautious
The rawest concrete blocks of Stonebridge
Might be knocked down
But we still have to hold this
This the story of a street life
This is what the streets like
When it gets dark and the guns bark
Police are enemy they want our
Cocaina pura filhos duma puta
Still I rise through the fire
My desire to get higher is higher
Than these snitches and these liars
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
This the story of a street life
This is what the streets like
When it gets dark and the guns bark
Police are enemy they want our
Cocaina pura filhos duma puta
Still I rise through the fire
My desire to get higher is higher
Than these snitches and these liars
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
