Street & Trenches (Freestyle) ft. Tye Morris & Bankroll king Lyrics

Which kind thing be this

Wey a brother hate you cus of money

Hmm hmm

Which kind thing be this

Wey a brother hate you cus of money

Which kind thing be this

Wey person go hate you cus of money

Yea yea

Which kind thing be this

Wey person go hate you cus of money

Yea yea hmm hm

Look I feel fly and you know that

I feel the world just be falling on my shoulder

I still keep my head up

Am trynna get my bread up

They say that we came out from wedlock but we

We getting the bar

We doing it now

They say that is small

We calling the blocks

We saying this shit

We don't give a f**k Yeah

So Monster got me on this record

And am talking bout life and all the shit that we do

I put my life on the line

I put my shit on the grind

I put my life in line

For the street many things weh my eyes don see

I realize no one could have been the realest gee

Some don come some don go for this industry

Nah who Dey closer go fit push you put for inside pit

No be today we don deh hear say mama sell her pikin

No be today we don deh see say brothers turn enemies

This money all of us deh find na him make us enter street

Your own don good

Your own don better no come up press me

The same place wey we sit down we deh nack kpoli

The same update we dey share just to see money

Even the middle man for hustle self dey see something

Yea e yeah

Yeah yeah yea e yeah

Look you no deh see me cus I'm high

I just roll up my maryjane

Counting all my blessings from this side

I am insane cus a lot of things been in my mind

I cannot face it

I lost my mom

And that shit just made me basic like

I have been draining but

I never say this

Pull up in a Mercedes and

In a G-class

That's the way that we live life

I got to think about shit three times

Thank God that he gave me knowledge am still wise

Three days and am still counting yeah

Another call and they don bill me yeah

Fuel no dey you know it's subsidy yeah

Steady bombing like the military yeah

Gold chains for my cold heart yeah

New babe for my new car yeah

Gunshots on a lock down yeah

Trap house when we touch down

But we still grind

We still pull with your babe for the night

We fit pull up on your block with a ride

We fit murder all your dawgs with a knife

We fit tell when a nigga switching sides

Gunshot got a nigga traumatized

Now we pull up in the city with the vibes

Smoking loud when we session with the guys

You know the vibes yeah

Take a look around

No one could do this better hmm

So Make I rock ur baby

I Dey want you steady lately

With this money loving you could be better yeah

So I am steady grinding daily

And am not too steady lately for you

Steady I dey grind

It ain't for nothing

Steady all the time

I Dey on something

Family dey call o

And billing dey involved o

Steady on my grind

Dey look for money

Steady all the time

I dey roll up something

Money on mind

I put my life in line

Which kind thing be this

And I Dey think about you lately

But am grinding for our babies