Feed the Streets Song Lyrics

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Song:– Feed the Streets
Singer:– Rimzee
Featuring:– Potter Payper
Album:– Feed the Streets
Producer:– Chucks & OB MUS1C
Written:– Rimzee, Chucks & OB MUS1C

Feed the Streets Lyrics Rimzee ft. Potter Payper

[Intro]
(That’s Chucks)

[Verse 1: Potter Payper & Rimzee]
I’m the type to spin once and catch two on a hunch
I come way to far to forget who I was
When I was down and I was out, bro paid for my munch
So now I keep his belly full like he ain’t with the Klumps
We can do this on camera but I ain’t with the stunts
Fuck with me, G, there ain’t enough days in a month
You got time on your hands, I got time on my wrist
I go Jummah with the killers and we pray at the front
You know these London streets hot, but it’s rainy as fuck
I come way too far to forget who I was
Bro was yakin’ everything and he was giving me cuts
So when I see his pagan he was spilling his guts
But he never said a word how I’m living is fucked
I only drop mixtapes but I’m living deluxe
They say I’m stuck in the dirt like a stick in the mud
But I’m with bro, we investing, and tripling up
Remember we was just chasing man and tripping him up
Then a random guy came and started dipping him up
What a coincidence, I’m mental I’m fucking up these instruments
You weren’t there you just rap about them incidents and them instances
That’s the difference but we can split the differences
I know all about what living from a distance is (Yo)
In your struggle in pain is where the wisdom lives (My brother, yo)

[Verse 2: Rimzee]
My barrel spin like a CD
Sprayed up blocks, no graffiti
Made my gun ring like EE
Had me on TV
Still serving oil like BP
My nigga, go check my CV
I let it crash, no write-off
I’m the same niggas with the mic off
I be in the T-like nylon
Hopping out of foreign cars
Who thought we get this far?
No soft life, I turnt soft to hard
Came out the can like a tin
I push white like a swing
When you talk ’bout the, realest I’m him
Countin’ up them ones
Came out the slums, I made my gun beat like the drums
Gamblin’ with big stakes
Hundred K make your wrist ache
We ain’t relying on no mixtape
Hopping out of 4x4s
Counting money the floor
But I can’t forget the damp on the walls
I was in them cells without no toilets
Selling poison got me up in Audemar for appointments
I’m from a different era
I grew up ’round serious kwengers
Them niggas grew up on Influencers

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