240 Seconds Pt. 1 E

SL. Yeah. Part one of this shit. Part one. You're gonna need part two. Part three. Maybe even part fucking four. Straight hard shit. Hard shit. Strictly for the streets. Yeah. Yo, I was just a hungry, starving little kid 'til I hit the streets, and I started slanging Hard up on that strip. Nigga didn't rate me, so I started blasting at Them pricks. Some the road yellow brick, I put my heart up in that shit. It was dangerous, but I couldn't show no shred Of fear. Niggas getting money, so it's only right I get my share. And where I'm from, you Know you gotta take it if you want it. South side of London, nigga, stay away if you Ain't on it. Fifteen, I was hanging with them Old niggas. At the same time I'm raising havoc With my own niggas. Straight gunning, nigga, you was running, couldn't Roll with us. Ain't no pillow talking either, We ain't trusting no bitches. Twelve o'clock at night, I was chilling on that Roadside. Mum's on my phone line, Telling me it's home time. No disrespect, mum, I'll be back home in my Own time. I'm digging in this dirt, steady tryna Find a gold mine. Posted up, toast a tuck, smoking blunts, Talking shit. I stashed the MAC up in that Flat 'cause I ain't tryna get caught with this. But it's like there ain't no way up out This trap I'm caught up in. Now I'm tryna rap my way up out this Trap I'm caught up in. I was on my pedal bike, don't matter what That weather's like. Weapon on my side, It's 9 AM and I'm already high. Bag of dark, bag of light, selling to them Cats and fiends. Chicks on my line, they steady Begging me to add this D. All this pain, fam, I can't take it any Longer. Wonder if my granny know her boy done Turned into a monster. And I'm tryna fight these demons, but they only Getting stronger. So you better keep it on ya, Catch you slipping, you's a goner. I was out there for real before I ever Wrote a song. Can't explain the way it feel To hear somebody hit your dunna. But I'm going harder now, and I'm thinking smarter Now. And I'm spitting all these flames and they Just tryna calm me down. And you better ask around, I'm pulling different Parts of town. And I'ma take it off your Head if you don't wanna pass the crown. And I'm at these niggas' necks, I ain't falling Back. I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch and I'ma send Her crawling back. I need that uck until I Nut, you gotta suck up all of that. Don't be telling me you love me, I won't Never fall for that. Yeah, we got all the Straps, I'll make a call for that. And I want all the cash, I used to Skip up school for that. And I go hard in all my raps because I'm spitting all the facts. This that real street shit, yeah, you can call It that. And I'm addicted to that loud, That's why I smoke up all the pack. Niggas wanna take me out, yeah, they just talking That. 'Cause when them hammers start raining, we Them niggas pouring that. And I know they ain't jamming, we don't play With forty gats. Never switch up on my niggas 'cause my niggas Taught me that. Niggas play broke with their niggas But they balling for these slangs. I know niggas beefing niggas that they used to Call their fam. I'm like, "Fuck all these gangs," I just keep my tool in hand. And my brothers been my brothers, man, I know They understand. I got niggas plotting on me, I got the drop on all their plans. I got soldiers all over down to go to War for man. Just imagine how I smiled the First time I saw a grand. Like I was tired of being poor, like yeah, I need to stack some more. Real swamies, ain't no bore, I might just bring That to your door. And niggas know where I'm From, I done told them all before. Where niggas don't make it, they get taken by That law. And these rappers think they winning, I'ma settle up that score. I might just bareback them straps and just run Up on them raw. And my hitters in them Prisons, yeah, I've got 'em all for sure. Until they come home, thirty years until they see The road. You can't relate to this shit, then Please leave my shit alone. 'Cause this is strictly for the streets, uh, Strictly for the road. Let's go, woah.