SDLN 2 Lyrics

In no time, coming in this bitch like Dababy

Pulling out my tricks like Houdini

I just got out of plane

I'm all on your feed like Ukraine

I'm out of my city so they show me love

I'm popping in the club while they seek?

Probably summer love

Feeling like in South Africa with all this Amapiano

I look at them tryna dance like Polo

Skrrr, up on the viano

What you wanna play? I'm like hmm, piano

I'm the best rapper I know

No disrespect to my mies-ho

Love the landscape, got my eyes out the window

It made me think about that hoe

What's her name Nao

Pretty girl shallow

Used to suck and swallow

Could have been gang but she tried to frame me

It's no trust, you will never see the real me

Summertime, season of the wine

Pretty girl, show me how you whine

Nah, show me how you lie, I know the streets

Real

The streets don't like nobody

And you know what I trust less?

A fine girl who knows about the streets

Danger, murder

When you play it's giving danger

It's too late to call we calling murder

First degree was the murder

Murda, she wrotes

Murda she wrotes

Murda she wrotes

Murda she wrotes

Murda

Murda

Murda

Murda

South life, sound of the waves

I'm guided by the wind blown

High speed on the highway

I'm seeing no one on the rear view

Against the odds yeah I bet on myself

I wanna generate wealth, I wanna preserve my health

In these streets, never fucking with twelve

We done seen too many times

We ain't safe, twelve the angel of death

Because streets don't like nobody

Streets don't like nobody

Streets don't like nobody

Cause streets don't like nobody

A lot of changes, want better for myself

All flings trying to come back

Duck them with the lean back

Pressure for myself, I carry like a tote bag

It's me against myself

And I'm fighting for a new self

Go talk to God about it

Tell these hoes about it

Him, shout out Flem

I'm coming with a plan, shawty like

She barely seen the whole thing

I owe myself a lot, still I'm tryna spoil her

She been through a lot but she let me see the real her

You know what I say about the streets, huh

Not too hard to find a victim of the streets, huh

I'm playing chess, but not with you

Yeah, I'm showing my hands

Should I give you my trust?

I got trust issues

Let me think about it

I'm chillin' by the lake in late night

I'm about to ball like a Laker