Wildin
Alright
Let get this started
Are u ready
You know what it is like man
Thug life
Vibes
Boys growing up fast this days
They ma take up ur life In a street chase
U better watch ur back this ain't no game
Or that shit u man think u can replay
Got Men In d block wah u gon say
Real thug life with a gun play
U flaunting titis in a lingerie
Bitch me na whip up u bombay
Ayy
Me go hard than my gun
Tuck den Glocks in me shoes wen me Done
Hit the club get some boogie and rum
Splif and puff that silicon flown
Man say me pacing with patience
Legend In a making me got me intentions
Run up in my street without making no mentions
Me na blow up ur brains and still look gracious
Damn the power of these streets are crawling
Cos the black man greed not stopping
Kill then friends let their mama raise their sons up
Wait for a decade then tell the sons their time's up
Shit Turn the whip on
Me know me gees me real ones
Peckam boys dem ma call him a real son
Ayyy you flow better?
U a weak john
Boys growing up fast this days
They ma take up ur life In a street chase
U better watch ur back this ain't no game
Or that shit u man think u can replay
Got Men In d block wah u gon say
Real thug life with a gun play
U flaunting titis in a lingerie
Bitch me na whip up u bombay
(Dialogue)
So you see man
The street ain't got you
But you gat you
Only you know you
Only you feel you
Only you see you
Just do you
Live you
Be you
If anyone tell you he be your king
Tell him fuck off my property boy
Let get this started
Are u ready
You know what it is like man
Thug life
Vibes
Boys growing up fast this days
They ma take up ur life In a street chase
U better watch ur back this ain't no game
Or that shit u man think u can replay
Got Men In d block wah u gon say
Real thug life with a gun play
U flaunting titis in a lingerie
Bitch me na whip up u bombay
Ayy
Me go hard than my gun
Tuck den Glocks in me shoes wen me Done
Hit the club get some boogie and rum
Splif and puff that silicon flown
Man say me pacing with patience
Legend In a making me got me intentions
Run up in my street without making no mentions
Me na blow up ur brains and still look gracious
Damn the power of these streets are crawling
Cos the black man greed not stopping
Kill then friends let their mama raise their sons up
Wait for a decade then tell the sons their time's up
Shit Turn the whip on
Me know me gees me real ones
Peckam boys dem ma call him a real son
Ayyy you flow better?
U a weak john
Boys growing up fast this days
They ma take up ur life In a street chase
U better watch ur back this ain't no game
Or that shit u man think u can replay
Got Men In d block wah u gon say
Real thug life with a gun play
U flaunting titis in a lingerie
Bitch me na whip up u bombay
(Dialogue)
So you see man
The street ain't got you
But you gat you
Only you know you
Only you feel you
Only you see you
Just do you
Live you
Be you
If anyone tell you he be your king
Tell him fuck off my property boy
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Oluwaseun Adeyemi
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