Letras
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
I don't have the eye of the tiger
I have the eye of a rider
Where's the chalice where's the lighter
Rasta light up the fire
This is no Tinchy Stryder
This is General Yakuabu
Gown, head of state
We nah watch people pocket, or people politics
This is niggas on tough turf struggling
We keep the money coming in
This is niggas on tough turf struggling
We keep the money coming in
Nothing but pipe dreams and misery
Told the kids to do something better please
All I see is dark clouds coming for me
All I see is dark clouds coming for me
I don't wake up and morn, I rise up and shine
Am a king on my grind
Hotline nothing but shine, nothing but hotline
Kids all they wanna do is bine
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
I don't have the eye of the tiger
I have the eye of a rider
Where's the chalice where's the lighter
Rasta light up the fire
Shit, am tryna go legit
I ain't tryna end back on the yard, you think soch is lite
Coming from a place where niggas rob you, hit you for your shit
How you stunting with that ice can't protect your kit
And that girl looks nice in that sexy fit
You just waffling and chatting see you in abit
Plus I came to far to turn back and quit
Plus I came to far to turn back and quit
Yo that's all that's it, I had to draw the line
Nine double m's in this clip, now am sure a bine
Don't be moving silly round me you must of lost your mind
And these insecure boys always run off crying
Pattern on the strip, when niggas know were flying
And I don't give a shit am with Jeff
Niggas slow down blow this whistle like a ref
Am out here, disrespect, pattern, gang shit
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
Sometimes the streets ain't made for us
Stay Safe, Stay Dangerous
I don't have the eye of the tiger
I have the eye of a rider
Where's the chalice where's the lighter
Rasta light up the fire
You can be what you wanna
Be who you wanna
I make a magic potion
Have em floating
Motion...picture
I live my life in motion
For richer or poor
Jeff will send his goonz through your front door