Baseman - Talks lyrics

(Snizzy) Look, tables turn we live and we learn Bridges get burnt, I got no concern Heard them n***as wanna put my face on a shirt So anywhere I can them I'm spray them n***as first The other day my brudda try question my gangster True I'm banter, but don't banter my gangster I'm on licence still riding with them gangsters Forest Gate, Gaza we some gangsters Talking about strips you never ran ours Don't be talking about the gates You've never come pa** When Star is in the place them n***as run fast Don't be talking about sticks we've never dropped ours That's some house boy sh** Shots fly might run up on that house boys wig I'm an opp so I went and f**ed that house boys b**h She a thot, clearly got this house boy whipped and That's real sh**, cold nights had my hugging on that k** switch zombie slapping his ting that's real quick I heard suttin got touched and i built it Bob marley spliff and it's still lit That n***a gon die for that p**y, suicide for that p**y I ride for my son, i don't ride for no p**y Never been the type to fist fight for no p**y All about my bread like hovis Couldn't give a f** abut my old b**h My new ting was there when I wrote this I got rude boy waves and she knows this My lifestyle cray on the streets and my name bells Like Base on the beat I'm from Forest Gate where were keeping it thural I swear I can't stand none of these neeks in my borough (Baseman) f** the hood I wanna live lavish But if you see me in your strip don't panic Might put this music aside and get active but My drag told me don't think backwards Told God all my mistake please see past Made some bad decisions, but I got a clean heart It come like the rap ting I was made for it Cause every time I touch mic I get paid for it Now I'm schmeeting my hotty for becky She give me becky, fam the ting is too tecky Heard these opps wanna score points off me p**y n***a all your getting is corn from me I eat like a king dine with the bosses Had to save p's to cover all the losses Heard shots fly, we let more go Don't come past the gates it's a war zone Let it go then dip, the team spent racks on them sticks Snizzy said it is what it is no love on these streets Is what they told me, It's survival of the fittest on These cold streets, said I've changed Na babes you just want the old me You don't really know me, she's done for the wave I see My name rings bells from the Gates to the Health It's popping in my wood it's so real Bare shots flying off in cornville and Na fam you can't trust no one, fam I ride on my lonesome Like bro go grab your own one Same hood same number, told you fam it's gonna be a very long summer, my n***a T is landing road soon and My ting tuck that's old news