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lirik lagu odyu propaganda - street smarts

[verse 1]
hit the kick~start pedal
once, twice, give it gas a little
about to roll through what wannabes would call the ghetto
i’m on my way to see friends that now is fiends
kids that greet g’s, chicks that peep d’s subliminally
and this how it be ever since we all picked our peak
some hold still and get sh~t, some work hard and get sh~t
ain’t this a b~tch?
sure, that’s how life be like
sour, trife, then bite
soul got it right
so first comes the strike and just then finally applies
so here’s your first panetta
a middleman downstairs in taverna
dappin’ up so many fellas, some of ‘em spit some a cappella
and your man down there die laughin’ just right at me ‘cause of my wavering
like i can’t wait to get ambushed
need more euro, not your manhood
that slow~but~steady income, that we~all~need~one
that i~used~to~work~for~someone~and~thank god~i ain’t~got~a~handgun
now it might sound greedy but what i think really is rule’s the limit
so that you can’t know how you won’t have what you want
or be what you want, yup
but guess bro got the lesson, he smelled the espresso
as i even know this cat who makes pretty big profit
off the puff bar flex commerce
and not to mention these maybe~too~much~risk takers
compari and albanians back and forth to helvetia
biz proceeds so well some even end up dwelling up there
among them francs and castles
don’t you bring ruckus, don’t you get punished
‘cause not each of us does love this
plus that smells slightly mobster
i thought you were done with smuggling
and trust me, that’s the sh~t you don’t wanna get caught up in
that f~ck~you~type of money be trickin’ brokies who is quite dummies
but f~ck, we sick and tired of non~partyin’
and ‘bout timing ~siren~
carabinieri be stalkin’, then stallin’, then “get him”
‘cause when i get denaro, there’s never bonafede
[hook]
from start to goal i get it on, never settle (mh)
from dusk to dawn on side hustles, struggles, demos (mmh)
if you ain’t tough at least be smart, get street smarts
or these nuts
now let prop drop some, feels are real is harsh

[verse 2]
trees, wheelies, beers, wheezing, numb weaklings
dumb reasonings, food made in italy, bomb diggity
unwittingly comin’ as lit as me is
when i rock watch, chain and such, b~tch i ain’t here to stunt
d~ck i ain’t gettin’ neither robbed nor cut, popped or got
fra kick rocks ‘fore i get mugshot ‘cause you got mugged then shot
cloudy blocks, learn how to boxe, collect and stack stocks
clock goes tic~toc, tactic to get digits number one
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
and thick~thick girls deserve d~ck~d~ck, curls and to get called~
nasty~hasty~poorly~raised ladies, paper stackin’ crazy
you did complain sayin’ a b~tch is lazy and now you amazed she behavin’?
and all y’all bums be hatin’
all y’all’ll fall off faster bein’ ‘round gambling halls and scammers
hot heads, debts, crime addicts, snitches, fake friends, pranksters
f~ck ‘a keep it gangsta, peers keep it astray
as long as they get paid
which… that’s 101 on each street essay (uh!)
[hook]
from start to goal i get it on, never settle (mh)
from dusk to dawn on side hustles, struggles, demos (mmh)
if you ain’t tough at least be smart, get street smarts
or these nuts
now let prop drop some, feels are real is harsh

[verse 3]
back with my ass on that tuned black bws
curves be the best, let’s race
bet i’ma smoke you like cigarettes
man i just love hood rallies
memories of parish and bike days
back when we all was having a ball just off lil homies, lollies and beyblades
nowdays we on mayday
unlike before, no more playin’ and rich~inside
them were some heydays
now still broke, yet still got more money than time
man f~ck the hate game
‘cause i be on the grind as your fav flavoured dimes, gettin’ mine
fra i’mma do me, you’ll see if i ain’t end up sellin’ lines
and in the mean~time i got beefs to handle
plus street fights to eschew
with b~tch~ass clans and cats i ain’t even ever met before
you do know it
blades come out, see a few dudes passin’ out
i had no clue about no feud runnin’
thought they was just runnin’ their mouth
now guess now, bouncers raidin’ the place with pace
crazed clowns stir up beatdown just to later beg “god i need him graced”
why is it that on sat~rdays it’s when sh~t tends to go sideways
when we was all just supposed to drink and smoke all night long
tryna get laid
i’m just gon’ ask what the f~ck do you even want from a player
‘cause you already got a razor and done f~cked my game up
you ugly~ass, almost as the sin you committed like nothing
so you about this?
then i got this, then…
aah f~ck it, go back to hustling
[hook]
from start to goal i get it on, never settle (mh)
from dusk to dawn on side hustles, struggles, demos (mmh)
if you ain’t tough at least be smart, get street smarts
mistrust, heal scars and always stay sharp

[outro]
in cinque me li son trovati davanti
tre marocchini e due italiani
nessuno si è fatto avanti quando simo ha tirato fuori i pugni
e gli ho detto “venite”
però è finita che e una, e due, e tre…
e simo l’ha pigliata nel culo, capito?
per fare sempre il…
quello che non si fa schiacciare i piedi

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