Voice Of The Streets Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Afghan Dan]
Yeah, you dun know
Big up Kenny fam
You dun know
Blackpool, all my lot
Forget the shoutouts
One whip, five man, that's bangers
Ayy, sausage and mash
Three phones, one graft, that’s bangers
Ayy, sausage and mash
Hashtag money on the 'gram, that's, that’s
Ayy, yo

[Verse 1: Afghan Dan]
O.T. in a crack gaff, not a bando
[?] Square and Central Drive
Picking up food where egg fried rice
True say, I never did Bengal Spice
With a black graft phone and a black manbag
Serving customers, not cats
Get tasered if you're talking straps
No gang-gang 'cause a man's not - what?
What's with all that bragging?
All that sh-sh sounds like grassing
No wonder it's H.M. them man are sat in
Free up the mandems
Listen
Oi fella, what you snitching for?
Arsehole twitching, Snapchat pictures for?
Big man, are you listening?
'010 I was in the kitchen bagging up whisky
Next - are you listening?
No image I'm risking, cut from a different
Still can’t believe what I saw
Still can’t believe what I saw
Yeah, touchy subject
Just as long as you know Afghan's not a daft yute
And I’ve got friends that trap 'cause they have to
Not 'cause they want to
And they don't brag too
You know the drill
Man like me do this for the thrill
The BBC rang me, not you
’Cause they know Danny Martin keeps it real
But too many man these days want to brag
Especially 'bout things that they don't have
And it's mad, yeah it beats me
Wanna go but I'm still - listening? Ayy
Central Drive, Bengal Spice, grafting
Bagging up Bs in the gaff
Ring, ring, serving those
Late night business, trying to get, get
Everybody knows Afghan's done road
But you didn't know that I'd been to the trap
Said everybody knows Afghan's done road
But you didn't know that I'd been to the trap
Nought point two in a bag times fifteen, that's a hundred and fifty in
If a man says Blackpool's full of nitties then I say 'dun know, the food goes fast'
If a man comes to my town with the word, starts shouting, then you're gonna get, get
If a man comes to my town with the word, starts shouting, then you're gonna get, get
Put a man down
Punch man up if he's trying to get loud
Tackling lines round here, that's a foul
We get the free kick and you're getting run out
Skkrt, run out
Caught offside
Robbed for your mobile phone and your Nikes
Don't do straps but you'll still get striped
Man said he's a bad man down there but he's not from here so we know that's lies
di*khead, you ain't about that life
You could spit a million bars on a tune my bro, but you still couldn't handle the strife
Yo, you dun know, Jesus