J Hus - Street Starz TV Freestyle lyrics
[J Hus - Street Starz TV Freestyle lyrics]
Street Starz hustler baby, hustler baby
Yo, listen it's like
Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner
Pray one day that my life will get far better
Fuck beefing with these cowards and neeks
Three hours of sleep and I
Ain’t showered in weeks
I'm on my grind baby, robberies
Selling packs
Mummy went through hell and back
I love you with my heart
And I don't ever tell you that
I’m on my grind I can't afford to stay
But I'm only one phone call away, uh
The hustle got me breaching bail
I need grub, I need scales, and I'm
Pissed off that P's in jail, uh
Plus I lost all my P's as well
And my uncle keeps telling me I need a girl
To teach me how to be a man
But he won't ever understand that
I've already tried this before
She got on her knees
And said she’s never tried this before
Then she lied even more
And told me that she loves me
And we broke all the rules
Nah we don’t abide by the law
But she's a dutty gyal
And I can never trust you again
You said it was love, love ’til the end
Fuck that, J Hus unattractive
Man a bun a fat spliff and get fucking active
Spent half of a grand for
This dotty in the palm
Of my hand but this weren't part of the plan
'Cause I'm from shitty old Newham
Where I’ll poke my old friends like
I never even knew 'em
Like we never use to play in the park
You get blazed when I bark but your
Memory will stay in my heart
That's how things go, I got rushed last week
The same day I let my ting go, uh
That means he's here for a real reason
'cause he never got hit
And he's still breathing
Yo, shots will get sent from the car
I'll let my ting go then repent to Allah
Long time
Long time that I ain't been Jumu'ah
Out chere', out chere' chasin' this mulla
One day I'll leave this whole
Life and practice Islam
'cause the music and the trap is haram
No more straps in the palm mum's crying
I keep telling her to stay calm even though
Her son's got gripped by the Shaitan
Boogie with the devil with my shades on
Hustler baby
J Hus, Street Starz you get me, you dun know
Yo, listen it's like
Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner
Pray one day that my life will get far better
Fuck beefing with these cowards and neeks
Three hours of sleep and I
Ain’t showered in weeks
I'm on my grind baby, robberies
Selling packs
Mummy went through hell and back
I love you with my heart
And I don't ever tell you that
I’m on my grind I can't afford to stay
But I'm only one phone call away, uh
The hustle got me breaching bail
I need grub, I need scales, and I'm
Pissed off that P's in jail, uh
Plus I lost all my P's as well
And my uncle keeps telling me I need a girl
To teach me how to be a man
But he won't ever understand that
I've already tried this before
She got on her knees
And said she’s never tried this before
Then she lied even more
And told me that she loves me
And we broke all the rules
Nah we don’t abide by the law
But she's a dutty gyal
And I can never trust you again
You said it was love, love ’til the end
Fuck that, J Hus unattractive
Man a bun a fat spliff and get fucking active
Spent half of a grand for
This dotty in the palm
Of my hand but this weren't part of the plan
'Cause I'm from shitty old Newham
Where I’ll poke my old friends like
I never even knew 'em
Like we never use to play in the park
You get blazed when I bark but your
Memory will stay in my heart
That's how things go, I got rushed last week
The same day I let my ting go, uh
That means he's here for a real reason
'cause he never got hit
And he's still breathing
Yo, shots will get sent from the car
I'll let my ting go then repent to Allah
Long time
Long time that I ain't been Jumu'ah
Out chere', out chere' chasin' this mulla
One day I'll leave this whole
Life and practice Islam
'cause the music and the trap is haram
No more straps in the palm mum's crying
I keep telling her to stay calm even though
Her son's got gripped by the Shaitan
Boogie with the devil with my shades on
Hustler baby
J Hus, Street Starz you get me, you dun know