K Koke - Lord knows lyrics

[Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like [Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows [Verse 1] Street life, live that, ain't no denying it We get dough then flip that, fire sticks Get low and sticks clap, rider sh** No lying kid, know who you're riding with If Don gets caught, and then turns into a lying snitch If I get caught, the lord knows I'm denying it The lord knows I'm a lying sh** Like "Nah judge, it weren't me, I didn't ride on him" And if that don't work, I'mma ride my ting I'mma ride my bird, like I was cycling Fight through the fire, like a fireman Let the ting light, and leave him hearing sirens And that's all because he tried the ting Like Koke's known, let me try and get stripes from him p**y boy, want to test the eye Get shot and want to testify [Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta

Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows [Verse 2] The lord knows that I'm suffering I reach for the sky, like I wish I could cuddle him I pray to stop hustling, but I can't until my Mummy stop struggling Life had me running risks Fight with a gun, no fists Product of my block, so just know who you're f**ing with Been running around these blocks, ever since I was a f**ing kid And I let it pop... I'm certified in my f**ing bits I've heard the lies, you dickheads keep chatting sh** The burner lights, you dickheads ain't clapping sticks We murder guys, if they try to turn their back on bridge Early night, catch him while he's with his b**h From the most hated ends in North West Remorseless, bang guns, be cautious The rawest, concrete blocks of Stonebridge Might be knocked down but we still have to hold this [Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows Lord Knows