Lyrics Street Guide Pt.1 - ONEFOUR

Yeah, cut all that, bah

You rap to your friends at parties
Askin', "How do I sound on drill?"
And most of them cats just go with the flow
'Cause half of them boys ain't real
0-1-2, I been in these streets
And 0-2-1, I'm still in 'em still
And when I say my brothers will let that
Slap on the track 'cause I know they will

Phone my youngin', got me buggin'
Paranoid from the boys in blue
No talk for the noise we do but
Big noise for the toys we use
It brings joy when I see boys on the news like
We left them with a open sore
Don't want war better grow some balls
Told my young G don't lose them keys
'Cause 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 spittin' them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (they want mercy)
I ain't givin' 'em slack, instead I'm feedin' 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feelin' depressed

These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (preacher's callin')
He's still spittin' them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (they want mercy)
I ain't givin' 'em slack, instead I'm feedin' 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em

I'ma bring a Rambo to a fist fight
Then watch me flick my wrist like Rick Flair
Been in the front line of the opp block
So they can never flip my switch, they won't dare
Livin' my life with a whole 'lotta risk
But still I'm livin' it well
And them boys over there claim they
Heaven sent, but still we givin' them hell

See the gangs always gotta be active
Drillin' and trappin' like cartels
But the cops still tryna come milk me
But can never budge 'cause I ain't no cow
Throw up my star signs for the 60
And the Gs up for the gang as well
(Pow-pow) When I ring this bell
Are they about war? Man, I really can't tell
'Cause 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 Aussie
But 'round here, every year, it snows

I'm tryna put my name on land
They're tryna buy the dearest clothes
We different reason goes
When they see the flash, cuz, say "Cheese!" and pose

These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (preacher's callin')
He's still spittin' them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (they want mercy)
I ain't givin' 'em slack, instead I'm feedin' 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feelin' depressed

These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap
Got soldiers still in the trap (preacher's callin')
He's still spittin' them facts
But I gotta stay hidden with that (they want mercy)
I ain't givin' 'em slack, instead I'm feedin' 'em lead
While broskis out there feedin' 'em meds
I know that side is feelin' depressed

This shit ain't war for us
And it's not war for me
They talk 'bout drills and that
When sh- got kicked up awfully
They say they drill and trap
When them boys can't afford a C
And I pay my bills with rap
I still got packs for all the fiends

Trap phone rings, they callin' me
Kitchen, call that sorcery
They say I'm dumb with that four-four
But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings
This cyber beef, we forfeitin'
Just save it for the streets
And if you ain't gang don't talk to me
Just let the scoreboard speak (bitch)

Fuckin' pussies
Yeah lad
Gang, gang, ayy
Gang, gang, ayy
Skrr
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bah, bah, bah

You fool fuckin' done?
Part two coming soon, bitch!