Onefoursix - Street Guide Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah cuh whatever) You rap to your friends at parties asking “How do I sound on drill?” And most of them cats just go with the flow ‘Cos half of them boys ain’t real Oh-one-two up been in these streets And oh-two-one I’m still in them still And when I say my brothers Will let that slap on a track ‘Cos I know they will [Verse 1: J Emz] Phone my youngin, got me buggin’ Paranoid for the boys in blue No talk for the noise we do Big noise for the toys we use It brings joy when I see the boys in the news We left them with an open sore Don’t want war, better grow some balls Told my young G don’t lose them keys Cos it’s gonna do more than open doors [Hook] These, these boys just out here drillin’ in rap Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher’s callin’) He’s still spitting em facts But I gotta stay, hidden with that (They want mercy) I ain’t giving them slack Instead I’m feeding em lead While broskis out there feedin em meds I know that side is feeling depressed These, these boys just out here drillin’ in rap Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher’s callin’) He’s still spitting em facts But I gotta stay, hidden with that (They want mercy) I ain’t giving them slack Instead I’m feeding em lead While broskis out there feedin meds [Verse 2: Spenny14] I’ma bring a rambo to a fist fight Watch me flick my wrist like Ric Flair Been in the frontline on a op block so They can never flip my switch, they won’t dare Living my life with a whole lotta risk But still I’m living up well And them boys over there Claiming heaven sent but Still we giving them hell See the gang’s always gonna be active Drilling and trapping like cartel But the cops still try to come milk me But can never budge, cos I ain’t no cow (Let me- What!) Throw up my star signs for the sixty And the G’s up for the gang as well Bah- bah- when I ring this bell Are they about war? Man i really can’t tell ‘Cos after round one they gon’ throw in the towel Listen [Bridge] Yeah the hood might get pretty red hot But fu*k that I’m with GSO And it gets real hot here in Oz But round here every year it snows I’m tryna put my name on land They’re tryna buy the dearest clothes Different reason goes When they see the flash say cheese and pose [Hook] These, these boys outside here drillin’ in rap Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher’s callin’) He’s still spitting them facts But I gotta stay, hidden with that (They want mercy) I ain’t giving them slack Instead I’m feeding them lead While broskis out there feedin them meds I know that side is feeling depressed These, these boys outside here drillin’ in rap Got soldiers still in the trap (Preacher’s callin’) He’s still spitting them facts But I gotta stay, hidden with that (They want mercy) I ain’t giving them slack Instead I’m feeding them lead While broskis out there feedin them meds I know that side is feeling depressed [Section B: J Emz] This sh*t ain’t war for us, and it’s not war for me They talk bout drills and that When shhh got dripped up awfully They say they drill and trap when their boys can’t afford a C And I pay my bills with rap But still got packs for all the fiends Trap phone rings, they callin’ me Kitchen call that sorcery They say I’m done with that four four But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings This cyber beef we forfeiting Just save it for the streets And if you ain’t gang, don’t talk to me Just let the scoreboard speak (b*tch) fu*k them pussies Yeah lad [Outro] Gang gang, ayy Gang gang, ayy Skrr Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bah- bah- bah- (You thought we were fu*king done? Part two coming soon…b*tch!)