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feed the streets - rimzee lyrics

[intro]
(that’s chucks)

[verse 1: potter payper & rimzee]
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 ain’t 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 k!llers 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’ everything and he was giving me cuts
so when i see his pagan he was spilling his guts
but he never said a word how i’m living is f*cked
i only drop mixtapes but i’m living deluxe
they say i’m stuck in the dirt like a stick in the mud
but i’m with bro, we investing, and tripling up
remember we was just chasing man and tripping him up
then a random guy came and started dipping him up
what a coincidence, i’m mental i’m f*cking 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 living from a distance is (yo)
in your struggle in pain is where the wisdom lives (my brother, yo)
[verse 2: rimzee]
my barrel spin like a cd
sprayed up blocks, no graffiti
made my gun ring like ee
had me on tv
still serving oil like bp
my n*gga, go check my cv
i let it crash, no write*off
i’m the same n*ggas with the mic off
i be in the t*like nylon
hopping 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
hundred k make your wrist ache
we ain’t relying on no mixtape
hopping out of 4x4s
counting money the floor
but i can’t forget the damp on the walls
i was in them cells without no toilets
selling poison got me up in audemar for appointments
i’m from a different era
i grew up ’round serious kwengers
them n*ggas grew up on influencers

- rimzee lyrics

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