DJ Capital - Street Music ft Blaklez Lyrics

verse 1
Hope you forgive me for my fuck ups
I get on my knees and the devils says Shut The Fuck Up
Who shot the block up
All we heard was blocka blocka
The fiends they got love for that white
Like Uncle Ruckus
Real niggas diabetes to a sucker
Chip on your shoulder
Stick up kids will have you stuck up
Mr Muscle better think before you touch us
My dirty niggas have your face up in your supper
Waiting to get on stage
Tell your favourite rapper wrap it up
Ice grill, smoke in the air
I'm only half a dutch
Tell you this, there's a reason I don't like rappers much
Doin' all that tweetin' but don't be rapping much
I told you small time player
Come let me coach you
Silver spoon kids couldn't relate to what we go through
Hustlers advance but the realness from the old school
Keep my pockets discrete, shush, I'm never boastful

verse 2
This is music for the streets bro
Somebody tell these motherfuckers I'm in beast mode
Chasing C notes, ain't no cars getting repod
A guinea pig to your queen
She learnin' how to deep throat
You boys ain't saying no'n
You all sound corny
You wake up and go grand
You drink the whole damn morning
Rappers claim they got the crown
Better hold that for me
Snap on sixteens, that's a young Kodak moment
Disrespectful youngins from my city are my favourite
They yap yap, hope I talk back, I don't say shit
The whole game twisted, real talk, let's face it
Your favourite rapper sowing off chains on a slave ship
Don't sleep on me I kill your whole team
That means you, your ghost writers and your broskis
I smoke you, make you switch lanes, no Stogie
It's respect, gotta pay homage to the OGs