STREET X INDUSTRY

[Chorus: Headie One] I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me [Verse 1: K-Trap] Tell me if you seen a parade in your city Had the whole borough humid All it took was a auto and auto, had half of thе borough fuming Before rap had a bando booming They was asking for music and a brick as wеll, it was getting confusing Really sat down with a plug and a A&R, and the plug had more to give Music link in my bio still, I felt more legit Knew my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running Had to move the press I was walking 'round with a plate like a Chinese buffet Still where the savages step, and I'm still managing, yes It was gallery courts, now it's Gallery Dept, I still got my hammer on deck Ran out of .38 autos, none in south, got it from the west like Sheck Go with 4, bro bring the broom out too for the extra mess Still good in the kitchen, good with the Smith & Fill up the Dinger, we Tokyo drifting No disclaimer, turned him to a gamer, had him on the floor just twitching Bad B but posh, ask me what does it mean when you're smoking opps [Chorus: Headie One] I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me [Verse 2: Headie One] Fletcher taught me to trap, KP taught me about whaps Yo, she got shot in the back, one of which dumb older taught him to lack Funny how I've never been to ATL, but Future taught me to rap Remember days out and I had to whip They washed up the food then they sold me the pack Got these pyrex bowl full of crack I'm feeling like Dr. Doolittle, 'cause I knew how to talk to the cats I tried flicking the shorty from way back when She ain't wanna come talk to me back See me in the Dubai in the supercar Now she's one of the hoes in the back Ain't it ironic, I just can't have a beef with the nine, I'm honest 'Cause I don't do internet beef, and the score on the streets been being shambolic I see bro rise up the four door truck Floor the hot spot to the hydraulics It's a shame that certain man don't live by the gun But you still have to go die from it I'm just being modest Made my ten stack, I always knew I was gonna add commas These new players shop and go be on IG They ain't notorious like Christopher Wallace (No) Was tryna catch nothing but Ms Now it's nothing but Ms if I sit in the office A long way from school, they sat in the principal's office [Chorus: Headie One] I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me