[Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows
[Verse 1] Street life, live that, ain't no denying it We get dough then flip that, fire sticks Get low and sticks clap, rider shit No lying kid, know who you're riding with If Don gets caught, and then turns into a lying snitch If I get caught, the lord knows I'm denying it The lord knows I'm a lying shit Like "Nah judge, it weren't me, I didn't ride on him" And if that don't work, I'mma ride my ting I'mma ride my bird, like I was cycling Fight through the fire, like a fireman Let the ting light, and leave him hearing sirens And that's all because he tried the ting Like Koke's known, let me try and get stripes from him Pussy boy, want to test the eye Get shot and want to testify
[Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows
[Verse 2] The lord knows that I'm suffering I reach for the sky, like I wish I could cuddle him I pray to stop hustling, but I can't until my Mummy stop struggling Life had me running risks Fight with a gun, no fists Product of my block, so just know who you're fucking with Been running around these blocks, ever since I was a fucking kid And I let it pop... I'm certified in my fucking bits I've heard the lies, you dickheads keep chatting shit The burner lights, you dickheads ain't clapping sticks We murder guys, if they try to turn their back on bridge Early night, catch him while he's with his bitch From the most hated ends in North West Remorseless, bang guns, be cautious The rawest, concrete blocks of Stonebridge Might be knocked down but we still have to hold this
[Hook - Don Jaga] This the story of a street life This is what the streets like When it gets dark, and the guns bark Police are enemy they want our Cocaina pura, filhos duma puta Still I rise through the fire My desire to get higher is higher Than these snitches and these liars Lord Knows Lord KnowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
