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Rimzee - Feed The Streets Lyrics



Rimzee - Feed The Streets Lyrics
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[ Featuring Potter Payper ]

(That's Chucks)

I'm the type to spin once and catch two on a hunch
I come way to far to forget who I was
When I was down and I was out, bro paid for my munch
So now I keep his belly full like he ate with the Klumps
We can do this on camera but I ain't with the stunts
F*ck with me, G, there ain't enough days in a month
You got time on your hands, I got time on my wrist
I go Jummah with the killers and we pray at the front
You know these London streets hot, but it's rainy as f*ck
I come way too far to forget who I was
Bro was yakin' everythin' and he was givin' me cuts
So when I see his pagan he was spillin' his guts
But he never said a word how I'm livin' is f*cked
I only drop mixtapes but I'm livin' deluxe
They say I'm stuck in the dirt like a stick in the mud
But I'm with bro, we investin', and triplin' up
Remember we was just chasin' man and trippin' him up
Then a random guy come and started dippin' him up
What a coincidence, I'm mental I'm f*ckin' up these instruments
You weren't there you just rap about them incidents and them instances
That's the difference but we can split the differences
I know all about what lovin' from a distance is (yo)
In your struggle in your pain is where the wisdom lives (my brother, yo)

My barrel spin like a CD
Sprayed up blocks, no graffiti
Made my gun ring like EE
Had me on TV
Still servin' oil like BP
My nigga, go check my CV
I let it crash, no write-off
I'm the same niggas with the mic off
I be in the T-like nylon
Hoppin' out of foreign cars
Who thought we get this far?
No soft life, I turnt soft to hard
Came out the can like a tin
I push white like a swing
When you talk 'bout the realest I'm him
Countin' up them ones
Came out the slums, I made my gun beat like the drums
Gamblin' with big stakes
100K make your wrist ache
We ain't relyin' on no mixtape
Hoppin' out of 4x4s
Countin' money on the floor
But I can't forget the damp on the walls
I was in them cells without no toilets
Sellin' poison got me up in Audemar for appointments
I'm from a different era
I grew up 'round serious kwengers
Them niggas grew up on Influencers
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English

(That's Chucks)

I'm the type to spin once and catch two on a hunch
I come way to far to forget who I was
When I was down and I was out, bro paid for my munch
So now I keep his belly full like he ate with the Klumps
We can do this on camera but I ain't with the stunts
F*ck with me, G, there ain't enough days in a month
You got time on your hands, I got time on my wrist
I go Jummah with the killers and we pray at the front
You know these London streets hot, but it's rainy as f*ck
I come way too far to forget who I was
Bro was yakin' everythin' and he was givin' me cuts
So when I see his pagan he was spillin' his guts
But he never said a word how I'm livin' is f*cked
I only drop mixtapes but I'm livin' deluxe
They say I'm stuck in the dirt like a stick in the mud
But I'm with bro, we investin', and triplin' up
Remember we was just chasin' man and trippin' him up
Then a random guy come and started dippin' him up
What a coincidence, I'm mental I'm f*ckin' up these instruments
You weren't there you just rap about them incidents and them instances
That's the difference but we can split the differences
I know all about what lovin' from a distance is (yo)
In your struggle in your pain is where the wisdom lives (my brother, yo)

My barrel spin like a CD
Sprayed up blocks, no graffiti
Made my gun ring like EE
Had me on TV
Still servin' oil like BP
My nigga, go check my CV
I let it crash, no write-off
I'm the same niggas with the mic off
I be in the T-like nylon
Hoppin' out of foreign cars
Who thought we get this far?
No soft life, I turnt soft to hard
Came out the can like a tin
I push white like a swing
When you talk 'bout the realest I'm him
Countin' up them ones
Came out the slums, I made my gun beat like the drums
Gamblin' with big stakes
100K make your wrist ache
We ain't relyin' on no mixtape
Hoppin' out of 4x4s
Countin' money on the floor
But I can't forget the damp on the walls
I was in them cells without no toilets
Sellin' poison got me up in Audemar for appointments
I'm from a different era
I grew up 'round serious kwengers
Them niggas grew up on Influencers
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Writer: Ricardo Miles
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Rimzee
Featuring: Potter Payper
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Ricardo Miles

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