Street Music - Redrama

I only got, one thing to say

I only, sing for my people who be strugglin' like everyday

(Street music, shit ain’t sweet music)

Stand on my own feet no matter what happens

My struggle 'a grown me to a man, man

Kill you on your own beat with this rap thing

And I still hate the police with a passion

So, raise your glasses, stomp your feet

I ain’t askin' - Do it if you’re hungry

This that, street music, don’t get it confused

You know you thought it was, but shit ain’t sweet, stupid

Uncivilized and I’m drunk as, shit

So tell the DJ to bump that, shit

If your girl screamin' and yellin' turnin' your evenin' to hell

Then I’m tellin' you may need to dump that bitch

How many times have I told you I don’t play

Disrespect me, okay, it goes both ways

Comin' from the land where the sky’s so grey

Runnin' with my plans, cause that’s what my mom told me

I only got, one thing to say

Y’all need to bump this shit until yo' speakers blow away

(Street music, shit ain’t sweet music)

I only got, one thing to say

I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day

(Street music, shit ain’t sweet music)

Shit ain’t gonna be moving without blood, sweat and tears

12 years I been on the bud and the beer

So keep it coming before my buzz disappears

Chi-chi man ain’t getting no love up in here

You need to pay attention, and shut yo' little mouth when my name is mentioned

Worrying about tomorrow ain’t my way of thinking

I’m’a do what I do, Red ain’t regretting

Now Helsinki, that’s where I’m born, where I roam, where I bone

But I’ve been around like a vagabond, where I lay my hat is home

Man, I’m known from the catacombs deep inna Babylon to the Amazon

Get out yo' seat quick, haters can eat a dick

Believe the, kid, now swing around 'till you seasick

Life can be a mean bitch, it’s a known fact

But Red’s shit’s like popping Prozac

I grew up in the midst of a snowstorm

I ain’t a gangster, but I can make some phone calls

I do it for my single baby mamas

And the kids in school with behavior problems

So get yo' hands up if you hate yo' job

And you scheme on the side, one day at a time

Gold spoon motherfuckers, won’t waste yo' time

Street, street music 'till the day I die