Street Guide (Part 01)

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!