Lyrics
(JM double O, made this one, you know)
How did I make it home? (Uh)
How did I get back?
I just let it all slap on the baitest road
Jump in the passenger side of the ride, that's mileage (ayo, Scratcha, this sounds cold)
I know the way, let's go
Yo, put your foot on the gas
That's sirens, I know the station's cold
Pray that I make it
Streetlife (huh)
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat
But I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown
It's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
Streetlife (huh)
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat
But I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it-
I know that it's taking a toll
All of these sleepless nights at the baker's, bro
I been making dough, talk about status quo
Still lookin' out for my paigons, though
See an opp, I might tape off-road
You know the way this goes
Maybe you don't
Hot Boy, Shmurda
I just slid round with a burner
Timmy, I roll with a Turner
Driver's a learner
I point the thing like a cursor, aim and shoot like I'm Werner
Wind down the window, bingo
Lean out further, foot on the gas, man swerve off
GSR on my person, I ain't no virgin
Clothes all gotta get burnt up
With the shank I'ma do him up worser
Same flicky I use when I'm tagging
Bag a whole nine, but I ain't bragging
I want a Max like Branning
Trapline, banging
I got White like Shannon, and I got dark like the man-them
But I ain't tryna hear doors banging
The boy-them got me doing up planning
Smoking a blem, I'm chilling at J's
Little bro got three G packs in the bank
No, we don't need Barclay's
AM, PR, do the same trips in the car
Sometimes, gotta leave by train
It's all calm, pattern a yard
Eight-bits for a night, I'm at Lisa's place
I just pray that it's safe
Streetlife (huh) (streetlife)
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat
But I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
Streetlife (huh)
I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat
But I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown
It's cold, I'm staying up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home
Pray that I make it home
I had my mumzy's kitchen
Mum used to talk, but her son wasn't listening
Could've played ball on the pitch, on the kicks day
Same time I was in the field, tryna pitch him
I was 14 on the strip with the flick-thing
Black blade, do him up, quick thing
Then I had to make cake, Kipling
Still on the estate with a big thing
Still rap, but I ain't like them man
Talk 'bout skengs, but they ain't no skengman
Used to have more, now they ain't got more than ten man
Real talk, send a prayer for them man
I can't get to the drop, but my friend can
And if it's HSQ, he a dead man
Black on black when I step, fam'
Step anywhere like a red band
Step anywhere
I'm surprised he got left any hair
How many shavings or we just blaze him
If he an opp, we ain't got any care
'016 I was opp of the year
Look at the scores, it's not very fair
Phone call, have you got any gear?
I be like, "Yeah"
Huh
Look, six 'til three
I tell Darren go hit that fiend
Two-on-one at the alley because it was sally
I let her give 15
Kanye West, I can't tick this B
I'm too good to be riskin' free
In fact, I think I'm too good for the trap
Until little bro gets back, rap
Still though
I think I need me a mill' though
I think I need to chill though
Streetlife gets real though (hm)
Pray I make it home