Friday

[by:Trap_Girl]
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Kenny Abdul Enahoro/Nathan Tokosi
[00:00.030] 作词 : Kenny Abdul Enahoro/Nathan Tokosi
[00:00.91]I know they didn't take me serious,
[00:03.47]When I said I'm in this game ten albums deep, no less
[00:06.47]Ghosty
[00:08.19]On God, I'm just warming
[00:09.90]How can they let us go from being one of the hottest
[00:12.21]In the streets to one of the hottest in the game
[00:14.71]And it all started from the 8
[00:17.40]DigDat
[00:19.26]I can hit that block with ten shots
[00:21.99]But I think I might make more off deals
[00:23.47]Got my raincoat on with this Rambo incase
[00:25.27]I ain't got no sword or shields
[00:26.89]Can't bring her to the yard,
[00:28.14]She's catty and that one had no bra
[00:30.15]Fur on my coat's from Canada
[00:33.32]Had me in court so my head looked pickier,
[00:35.08]Swear I was banking my TEC wth Nivea
[00:36.68]Sword on my hip, swing it like Jedi, all VV's, no SI's
[00:40.19]S just done up a G pack
[00:41.78]And I know two young boys that'll work it
[00:43.50]Had to put my trap on EE,
[00:44.97]Back then my Lyca couldn't get service
[00:46.77]Friday I should've went Jummah,
[00:48.23]Head out my window, doing all nighters
[00:50.08]Woke up, I was on the yard doing pull ups in sliders,
[00:52.48]Me and them lifers
[00:53.52]With my big box TV, no controller,
[00:55.20]I couldn't even swap that channel
[00:56.68]T'ump off your lip with my fist,
[00:58.19]Now he's pissed cah he gotta wash it off with a flannel
[01:00.21]Free all my friends that I lost in battle
[01:01.71]Weren't no fist fights, sticks,
[01:03.06]Don't grapple, swinging my arms in chapel
[01:04.80]Hundred bands at eighteen,
[01:06.40]Never went mainstream, my teacher's baffled
[01:08.30]Hair down, head band, eyebrows,
[01:09.88]Turn up, came with her eyelash done up
[01:11.64]He tried run in his Forces, tripped,
[01:12.99]Then we bored him, tearing up North Face
[01:14.59]Kick down doors in the morning,
[01:16.25]Catch man eating his Corn flakes
[01:17.99]I can hit that block with ten shots
[01:19.61]But I think I might make more off deals
[01:21.46]Got my raincoat on with this Rambo incase
[01:23.28]I ain't got no sword or shields
[01:24.75]In my young days, double tap flickys,
[01:26.41]Try put them right in fully
[01:27.72]When I had two twin blades like Boondocks,
[01:29.72]Name one Riley or Huey
[01:31.03]This pretty little thing so ratchet,
[01:32.96]Peng one belt and her bag come matching
[01:34.71]And she used to act brand new
[01:36.16]But wanna **** now so a lot just changed
[01:37.96]See me with a watch and chain,
[01:39.39]Flush them packs and block that drain
[01:41.21]How many times did I hop that train?
[01:42.67]In the trap, took naps like Pampers,
[01:44.57]She ain't from Catford, qway like Ashford
[01:46.40]Clip in my AP, twist this backwards,
[01:48.24]Mad how we came from Aquas
[01:49.73]Hiding my face from cameras,
[01:51.15]When I should've went and prayed at masjid
[01:52.96]Can't bring her to the yard,
[01:54.00]She's catty and that one had no bra
[01:56.16]Flavours come from Cali, fur on my coat's from Canada
[01:59.25]You know I didn't beat that case,
[02:01.01]I can't shout out my barrister
[02:02.74]Know that my Buj runs black on foil,
[02:04.23]I'm burning it light and it comes back oil
[02:06.06]She was like "Digs, how you feelin'?",
[02:07.73]I might go and put a bag on my bugs
[02:09.36]Spray this O pot teethin',
[02:11.01]Then test this wap in the woods
[02:12.75]And if it runs black, it's good, liquorice papers, wraps of Buj
[02:15.99]Different razors, get that cooked
[02:17.51]Do a 3-5-0 like my Yeezy, done with the scale,
[02:20.02]Just took that pack off
[02:21.25]Now I'm at the sink, press down on the hand wash,
[02:23.13]Tryna rinse all this sand off
[02:28.80]The Voice of the Streets
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