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USG

"USG Cypher [SBTV]"

[Verse 1: K Koke]
I got a crazy time piece, no Rolex
And when the hand strikes the nine, shots go fetch
If a man cross the line, he caused his own death
A couple grand on your life, a couple cold steps
If my money's on your mind, get your dome swept
Like a cleaner in the streets when the road's messed
I'm in the streets, police believe that I'm homeless
Nobody feeds me, I gotta go get
'Cah I want a TT and my own nest
And I wanna be free from the roads clench
I want my pockets lookin' like they're so hench
So I create my own pie and make the dough spread
And keep heat until cheese is dripping off my own bread
Believe me, these peeps won't listen till they go deaf
It's likely, I'll be, living with a chrome spesh
Try me, I squeeze, rip it through your bold chest
I bucked these di*kheads in prison and they don't rep
I don't care 'bout how you're living, got my own stress
And I don't care about these women if we don't sex
And even then, I don't bring them to my own bed
A real G chilling in my own head
Real beef will survive, it just don't dead
It gets passed down the line from the olders
Just another pump, pump, postcode death
I know it is what it is, stay focused
'Cause a dream and a wish ain't hopeless
Believe it from me, I own this
Plus I got a reason to breath, I got my own kids
So I need to achieve, 'cah they grow quick
Believe I'm gonna teach them how the roads is
Teach my son to never trust a cold b*tch
And my daughter's independence, get your own sh*t
And if I'm not present know my soul is
The thought of not seeing them grow makes me so sick
So I gotta leave the road and get my dough quick
Before I end up with holes in my own wig

[Verse 2: Aystar]
I'm like USG I'm on this f*cking ting are you messin'
Man tried to beef, I backed out the Smith and Wesson
They went from running at a guy to flappin' it then essin'
I went from standing there to banging shots off, then deppin'
And that's how easy man can get it, man don't know I'm strapped
Ask Izzy, man was in the party with the Mac
And plod come in the gaff, talking 'bout they want to search the place
I was over backs, I ain't getting nicked and serving 8
That's real talk, man don't even have to lie
Man'll slap a guy, talking 'bout you wanna capture I
Rollin' with your rusty rebores, I'll go 'n' get three fours and two of my mates and be outside with all three doors, like
And what's he saying, all three of us start popping
Hopping off KTMs with three .45's it's nuttin'
But man are risking freedom
That's why I'm like, is he dumb
I'll phone man to pop up out the blue like some pre c*m
And leave a n*gga lying on the road just like a speed bump
(Wheel that sh*t, listen, yo)
Suspect gang, you already know how it goes down
I be on the road, shotting O's to the whole town
I got this chrome nine, it holds a cold round
And if it bangs, no washing up, you'll get the clothes down
I'm on some money sh*t, music sh*t, street sh*t
Got a bit of beef, so the straps within reach kid
And you don't wanna hear it, wanna hear it, screech
It's got some nice teeth so if it touches you it's peak, look
I'm out on these streets tryna eat
I ain't tryna beef, but if it's beef know I'll pack the heat
And I'ma bang straight at your peeps
And I'ma run from police when they come, I'm staying strapped with that piece, 'cause
If I don't get away, I wanna bang at the police, look
No time to hesitate, if I don't get away
I'm gonna do what I have to
Don't let the police catch you
Plod running up like yo, freeze, this ain't a statue

[Verse 3: Geko]
I'm sicker than an aids patient
All you rappers talking 'bout the pap- making, fake caking, clay making, names blazing, flames baiting, pains aching
Strip the beat, naked like the beat was on Babestation
b*tches setting n*ggas up
Bank account ain't figured up
Snitches getting stitches if you're real throw your triggers up
Hoods kinda nuts, you can say the hoods snickered up
I'm little kid that makes the gyaldem throw their knickers up
Living in this block life, wishing for that rock like
Can't say you ain't fake, pus*y, yo I clocked twice
I got a team, full of dogs and the dogs bite
Rolling with some brothers, full of donners making slugs fly
Alright, so let me tell you 'bout the times when
We was young kids, chillin', thinkin' we were wise men
So let me tell you 'bout the issue bro
'Cause I been through more sh*t than a tissue roll
Money got me crawlin', fallin', happy in the morning snoring
Ladies 'dem are ballin', callin', saying they want foreskin from me, I hit that
Running from the flipping federalli, then I kick back
Tell your girl to come and bounce it on me
And I click clack, if I hear some cheek from anybody
On the strip flat, feeling like I'm just an anybody
'Cah money can be easy peasy if you've got the brain
Talking all that greazy beef G, but you ain't the same
Weather getting breezy, please believe me I'm insane
Do you really feel me, leave me easy in the rain
Running with my Nikes on, scarring got my mikey on
Relying on myself, nobody else to come and guide me on
Party in the USA, getting all my Miley on
Saying that you're after me, I'm saying come and find me don, alright
'Cause I'm still on the block, where the kids got the guns and the knives in their sock

[Verse 4: Squingy]
Raised in the gutter I know about suffering
Nothing in my cupboard, stomach still rumbling
Money's still tight, even though we hustling
Fam I can't take it, 'cause everyday's the same sh*t
Red letter bills and threats from the bailiffs
Pray days change but, sh*t never changes
Boilers on the blink again, pipes ain't heating right
Leccies running low, I'm writing bars by the candle light
Plan A flopped, I'm looking for a plan B
p*ssed off, angry, gotta feed the family
Pops gone to heaven, I'm in charge of the family
So I don't give a f*ck, if you fools can't stand me
Bad mind fassyoles, fake friends gotta go
Wanna put a hole, in my head, like a Cheerio
That's why I roll the streets alone
Up and down the risky roads
Snakes got me moving bait, with the loaded .38
Jake's got me losing papes, stress got me losing weight
Still I'm optimistic, stay strong, hold the fate
Pray for the days, I make it out this ghetto maze
Mumma said, "Stay strong, this bad patch is just a phase"
Don't move reckless, kick back, meditate
And watch who you're rolling with
Your closest friend could be a snake
I'm sharp like a guillotine, out on these killer streets
The streets is corrupted, turn friends to enemy
Sent some to jail, and some to the cemetery
Gun shots, bodies droppin', turn man to memories

[Verse 5: Lefty]
We keep 'em, sticking to the mission, in this thing of ours
I'm trying to fulfil all my visions, figures, bigger cars
And bigger yards, no limit, on a n*gga cards
My children think that life is easy though we living hard
And that's the way I want it, 'cause I grew up with some different scars
Prefer physical to mental 'cah I miss you loads
Sittin' here, wishin' on a star that ain't gonna get you far
So I treat this sh*t like it was gym now watch me lift the bar
I'm raised in the wake, they're waitin' on the latest tape
And I'm tryna get them balling wages that these Lakers make
My son and daughter, they be straight clothes is tailor made
'Cah you ain't get none of the cake, you sippin' Haterade
Get out my way or get laid flat, yeah that's the state of play
I got my stacks from the dawn of night 'till the break of day
From all the bullsh*t and the hype I had to break away
Now I rely on what I write, I gotta make this pay

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