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
[02:31.55]

作曲 : Kenny Abdul Enahoro/Nathan Tokosi
作词 : Kenny Abdul Enahoro/Nathan Tokosi
I know they didn't take me serious,
When I said I'm in this game ten albums deep, no less
Ghosty
On God, I'm just warming
How can they let us go from being one of the hottest
In the streets to one of the hottest in the game
And it all started from the 8
DigDat
I can hit that block with ten shots
But I think I might make more off deals
Got my raincoat on with this Rambo incase
I ain't got no sword or shields
Can't bring her to the yard,
She's catty and that one had no bra
Fur on my coat's from Canada
Had me in court so my head looked pickier,
Swear I was banking my TEC wth Nivea
Sword on my hip, swing it like Jedi, all VV's, no SI's
S just done up a G pack
And I know two young boys that'll work it
Had to put my trap on EE,
Back then my Lyca couldn't get service
Friday I should've went Jummah,
Head out my window, doing all nighters
Woke up, I was on the yard doing pull ups in sliders,
Me and them lifers
With my big box TV, no controller,
I couldn't even swap that channel
T'ump off your lip with my fist,
Now he's pissed cah he gotta wash it off with a flannel
Free all my friends that I lost in battle
Weren't no fist fights, sticks,
Don't grapple, swinging my arms in chapel
Hundred bands at eighteen,
Never went mainstream, my teacher's baffled
Hair down, head band, eyebrows,
Turn up, came with her eyelash done up
He tried run in his Forces, tripped,
Then we bored him, tearing up North Face
Kick down doors in the morning,
Catch man eating his Corn flakes
I can hit that block with ten shots
But I think I might make more off deals
Got my raincoat on with this Rambo incase
I ain't got no sword or shields
In my young days, double tap flickys,
Try put them right in fully
When I had two twin blades like Boondocks,
Name one Riley or Huey
This pretty little thing so ratchet,
Peng one belt and her bag come matching
And she used to act brand new
But wanna **** now so a lot just changed
See me with a watch and chain,
Flush them packs and block that drain
How many times did I hop that train?
In the trap, took naps like Pampers,
She ain't from Catford, qway like Ashford
Clip in my AP, twist this backwards,
Mad how we came from Aquas
Hiding my face from cameras,
When I should've went and prayed at masjid
Can't bring her to the yard,
She's catty and that one had no bra
Flavours come from Cali, fur on my coat's from Canada
You know I didn't beat that case,
I can't shout out my barrister
Know that my Buj runs black on foil,
I'm burning it light and it comes back oil
She was like "Digs, how you feelin'?",
I might go and put a bag on my bugs
Spray this O pot teethin',
Then test this wap in the woods
And if it runs black, it's good, liquorice papers, wraps of Buj
Different razors, get that cooked
Do a 3-5-0 like my Yeezy, done with the scale,
Just took that pack off
Now I'm at the sink, press down on the hand wash,
Tryna rinse all this sand off
The Voice of the Streets