Rimzee - Soul To Da Streets lyrics
[Rimzee - Soul To Da Streets lyrics]
Only want her if she's slim thick
This Louis bag vintage
If it weren't for them L's
I woulda been rich
Money calling, blowing racks out of boredom
But I started with a ball, Michael Jordan
Custom my T-shirts
More money than my teachers
Looking at my kettle
It's all discontinued pieces
I just left the wing with the lifers
New shh with the silence
Fuck your bitch in my LV sliders
My belly was empty, sold more wraps than a MC
Might write a cheque but they can't check me
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
And nah that ain't a threat
That's a promise my gun sound like a rocket
I ain't a virgin to this ting like Colin
Famous and dangerous
I was tryna pitch man before the playlist
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
Looking at my left wrist, that's sixty G's
Boy you know how much times
Man F'd up the re?
Street nigga tryna run up an M
Raised by the cold, I'm a G till the end
Got my soul to the streets more reece
I'm the realest thing that ever
Came out my street
Late nights in the field
I can tell you bout drills
Mummy always said "Who don't
Hear must feel"
Shoot pagans, more hammers than Toolstation
In the streets I'm verified, One Acen
I had dry knees, went from a ball to a pie G
Got my first daughter, feel like Kylie
You know the grind G, grub on the line G
I was giving out pics before IG
Bagging up with my baby girl
On this paper like it's Daily Mail
We're just tryna ball like the NFL
My losses hurt more than my scars did
In this kitchen mixing, DJ Target
No one gave me a hand
Now it's steak in the Strand
Told niggas that I'll still be
The king when I land
Remember wanking over them pictures
Now I'm home fucking all of them vixens
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
Looking at my left wrist, that's sixty G's
Boy you know how much times
Man F'd up the re?
Street nigga tryna run up an M
Raised by the cold, I'm a G till the end
Got my soul to the streets more reece
I'm the realest thing that ever
Came out my street
This Louis bag vintage
If it weren't for them L's
I woulda been rich
Money calling, blowing racks out of boredom
But I started with a ball, Michael Jordan
Custom my T-shirts
More money than my teachers
Looking at my kettle
It's all discontinued pieces
I just left the wing with the lifers
New shh with the silence
Fuck your bitch in my LV sliders
My belly was empty, sold more wraps than a MC
Might write a cheque but they can't check me
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
And nah that ain't a threat
That's a promise my gun sound like a rocket
I ain't a virgin to this ting like Colin
Famous and dangerous
I was tryna pitch man before the playlist
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
Looking at my left wrist, that's sixty G's
Boy you know how much times
Man F'd up the re?
Street nigga tryna run up an M
Raised by the cold, I'm a G till the end
Got my soul to the streets more reece
I'm the realest thing that ever
Came out my street
Late nights in the field
I can tell you bout drills
Mummy always said "Who don't
Hear must feel"
Shoot pagans, more hammers than Toolstation
In the streets I'm verified, One Acen
I had dry knees, went from a ball to a pie G
Got my first daughter, feel like Kylie
You know the grind G, grub on the line G
I was giving out pics before IG
Bagging up with my baby girl
On this paper like it's Daily Mail
We're just tryna ball like the NFL
My losses hurt more than my scars did
In this kitchen mixing, DJ Target
No one gave me a hand
Now it's steak in the Strand
Told niggas that I'll still be
The king when I land
Remember wanking over them pictures
Now I'm home fucking all of them vixens
Got my soul to the streets more reece
Touch my skin and that's World War Three
Looking at my left wrist, that's sixty G's
Boy you know how much times
Man F'd up the re?
Street nigga tryna run up an M
Raised by the cold, I'm a G till the end
Got my soul to the streets more reece
I'm the realest thing that ever
Came out my street