K Koke - SBTV: USG Cypher lyrics

Verse 1 [K Koke] I got a crazy time piece no rolex And when the hand strikes the nine shots go fetch If a man cross the line he cause his own d**h A couple grand on your life a couple cold steps If my money's on your money get your dome swept Like a cleaner in the streets when the roads messed I'm in the streets police believe that im homeless Cuz nobody feeds me i got to got get Because I want a TT and my own nest And I want to be free from the roads clench I want my pockets lookin like they so hench So i create my own pie and make the dough spread And keep heat until cheese is dripping of my own bread Believe me these peeps won't listen till they go deaf It's likely ill be living with a chrome spesh Try me i squeeze rip it through your bold chest I saw these dickheads in prison and they don't rep I don't care about how you are living got my own stress And I don't care about these women if we don't s** And even then i don't bring them to my own bed A real G chilling in my own head Real beef will survive it just don't dead It gets pa**ed down the line from the olders Just another pump pump postcode d**h I know that it is what it is stay focused Cuz a dream and a wish ain't hopeless Believe it from me i own this Plus i got a reason to breath i got my own kids So i need to achieve cuz they grow quick Believe im gonna teach them how the roads is Teach my son to never trust a cold b**h And my daughter's independence get your own sh** And if im not present know my soul is The thought of not seeing them grow makes me so sick So i gotta leave the road and get my dough quick Before i end up with holes in my own whip Verse 2 [Aystar] Im like USG im on this f**ing team are you messin Man tried to beef i backed out the smith and wesson They went from running at a guy to flapping it and [?] I went from standing there to banging shots of a [?] And that's how easy man can get it man dont know im strapped Ask Izzy man was in the party with the Mac And plod come in the gaff talking bout they want to search the place I was over back i ain't getting nicked and serving 8 That's real talk man don't even have to lie Man i'll slap a guy Talking bout you wanna capture I Rolling with your rusty reeboks ill go get three fours and two of my mates and be outside the [?] three doors And whats he saying all 3 of us start popping hopping of KTMs With 3 .45's its nothing But man are risking freedom That's why i'm like is he dumb I'll phone man to pop up out the blue like some pre cum And leave a n***a lying on the road just like a speed bump Suspect gang you already know how it goes down I be on the road shotting O's to the whole town I got this chrome 9 it holds a cold round And if it bangs no washing up you'll get the clothes down I'm on this money sh** music sh** street sh** Got a bit of beef so the straps within reach kid And you don't wanna hear it wanna hear it screech It's got some nice teeth so if it touches you it's peak I'm out on these streets tryna eat I ain't tryna beef,but if its beef just know i pack the heat And imma bang straight at your peeps And imma run from police when they come im staying strapped with that piece If i don't get away im gonna bang at the police No time to hesitate if I don't get away i'm gonna do what i have to Don't let the police catch you Plod running up like yo freeze this ain't a statue Verse 3 [Geko] Im sicker than an aids patient All you rappers talking bout this pay making fake aching clay making names blazing flames baiting Strip the beat naked like the beat was on babestation b**hes setting n***as up Bank account ain't figured up Snitches getting stitches if you are real throw ya triggers up Hoods kinda nuts you can say the hoods snickered up I'm little kid that makes the gal dem throw their knickers up Living in this block life Wishing for that rock like Can't say you ain't fake p**y yo i clocked twice I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite Rolling with some brothers full of donners letting slogs fly Alright so let me tell you bout the times when Young kids chilling thinking we were wise men So let me tell you bout the issue bro Cuz i been through more sh** than a tissue roll Money got me crawling falling happy in the morning snoring Ladies them are balling calling saying they want foreskin for me So i hit that running from the flipping federales, then i kick back Tell your girl to come and bounce it on me And i click clack if I hear some sh** from anybody On the strip flat feeling like im just an anybody The money can be easy peasy if you brain Talking all that greezy beef G but you ain't the same Whether getting breezy please believe me im insane Do you really feel me leave me easy in the rain Running with my Nikes on Scarring got my mikey on Relying on myself no one else to some and guide me on Party in the USA getting all my Miley on Saying the gonna get after me im saying come and find me don Im still from the block where the kids got the guns and the knives in their sock Verse 4 [Squingy] Raised in the gutter i know about suffering Nothing in my cupboard stomach still rumbling Money's still tight even though we hustling Fam i can't take it cuz everyday's the same sh** Red letter bills and threats from the bailiffs Pray days changes but sh** never changes Boilers on the blink again pipes ain't heating right leccies running low im righting bars by the candle light Plan A flopped im looking for a plan B Pissed off angry gotta feed the family Pops gone to heaven im in charge of the family So i can't give a f** if you fools can't stand me Bad mine [?] fake friends got to go Wanna put a hole in my head like a cheerio That's why i role the streets alone Up and down these risky roads Snakes got me moving bait with the loaded 38 Jake's got me losing papes Stress got me losing weight Still im optimistic staged on the older fate Pray for the days i make it out this ghetto maze Momma said stay strong this bad patch is just a phase Dont move reckless kick back meditate Your closest friend could be a snake Im sharp like a guillotine Out on these k**er streets Streets is corrupted turns friends to enemies Some sent to jail some to the cemetery Gun shots body drops turns man to memories Verse 5 [lefty] We keep em sticking to the the mission in this thing of ours Im trying to fulfill all my visions figures bigger cars Bigger yards no limits on a n******gs cards My childeren think that life is easy though we living hard And that's the way I want it cuz i grew with some different scars Prefer physical to mental [???] Sitting here wishing on a star that ain't gonna get you far So i treat this sh** like gym now watch me lift the bar So im raised in the wake of the latest tape And im tryna get these balling wages that these lakers make My sons and daughters they be straight clothes is tailor made Cuz you ain't getting none of the cake you sippin haterade Get out my way or get laid flat that's the state of play I got my stacks from the dawn of night to the break of day From all the bullsh** and the hype i had to break away So i rely on what I write I got to make this pay