Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Politics, artist - K-Trap. Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Politics |
| Sykes, sykes |
| You know, you know |
| Nastylgia |
| Yo |
| Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about intent supply |
| Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, looking like Lassie and Marj ain’t cry? |
| Ayy |
| Me, I spent time on basic, phonin' bro, tryna keep my head, aye |
| I said 'Bug don’t listen enough, he just slide an' let corn fly |
| How many times we go there, do it? |
| Thing in the ride tryna make 'em go through |
| it |
| Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, would’ve hurt more if you threw |
| it |
| New smoke, bro, let’s go through it |
| It could’ve been the end, the ting never jammed |
| Ride-out's ain’t planned, then 'Bug still pay, now opps get blamed |
| My bro been in jail for ten year straight |
| He still kept the link |
| Alarm bells on Feltnham, 9AM, it’s a early shift |
| Spontaneous glides |
| Didn’t catch an M but we nearly did |
| They see it’s lit |
| It really coulda been a 30 wreck |
| Concrete jungle |
| Us young niggas earnt respect |
| Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck |
| My young boy went and burnt an opp |
| Came to the block then he burnt that pen |
| But he put too much petty |
| I swear he nearly burnt down the rec' |
| Nokia, E, that was O for Ian |
| How all now I got sauna steam? |
| Back then, man done it with a sawn-off one, now main opps see us with a G17 |
| Tryna stay clean, but I’m playing a dirty game |
| 'Fore I’ve been bounced for raisains, that was on a dirty 'caine |
| Bust my kettle and chain |
| Grow now I might cop me a Plain Jane |
| VS1 can’t hide this pain |
| Hit up A same way |
| Make sure your boots are laced |
| Don’t step if it ain’t for K |
| One pop, we’ll put it on a spray, now I’m checking the news all day |
| Yo, don’t slip when I’m outside 'tacking |
| Thing on my hip, of course I’m not lacking |
| Yeah, the other side bruck, they’re slacking |
| Real bad men, I forev' be stacking ayy |
| Come a long way from trappin' |
| Now I’m in the studio, full time rapping |
| If she ain’t ten I ain’t tapping |
| Slow down miss, why you always love snapping? |
| had to hop that trade, now it’s up in OT flying packs, no plane, playing |
| Gas said I’m way too veng, got hunnids on me, throw bands, let it rain |
| D-tup, I still pop champagne, when court get buss it’s us they blame |
| Pedal bike gliding, on the other side watch them toolies saying |
| (One) |
| Old Bailey, eight weeks, I reminisce occasionally |
| I’m feeling like the CPS hate me, luckily I know that my brownster’s facety |
| One of these feds wanna cage me, breakfast pack on A wing |
| We’ll hit the strip, serving out the 80s, intent to supply, now we serve re |
| pastries |
| Yo, pastries, baguettes |
| Water, riolettes |
| Six 'peds got me this country flat on let |
| German dingers |
| Gang got' step correct |
| No connect four, wanna call for the fourth connects |
| Came out of jail an' abused that microwave and fork |
| Go to war, two different fours |
| We can go long or short |
| Dot-dot go «Boom-bow» |
| Loud like the 6.3 exhaust |
| Load that 'matic, do it gently, better not stuff that corn |
| How much waps been bought? |
| Round that up, coulda went a jewlers' |
| Fifth corn’s enormous, beat, he’s defo falling |
| All year I just gave out orders, like «Go there with a four in the corner» |
| Work that boy in front of his bredrins, now they got' deal with trauma |