Jefe Harro - Lose Connection 2 The Streets (feat. Henry Arts)

PTE, Started from the bottom who the fuck is we
Paid in full my nigga yea everybody eats
Everybody treat everybody pay a fee
Know he do the same if yo lawyer started callin me
Losing part the gang like a part of me
Da set be off I just get em diamonds like they cardi b
Lost connection after Prada Me
These niggas really wasn't Prada Me
They really wanted to slaughter me
You lose connection to da streets and you get paranoid
Niggas turn they back and front on you like you wasn’t boys
I give everything for real niggas to make it home
Armstrong on the bike I pray I live strong
My niggas know I love em even when I don’t pick up the phone
But when I pick up the phone I sing drake you comin home
I put gelato in the air and I smoke runtz straight to the dome
But if mista was around I pass this shit right to em
Man if polo was around he put the blick right to em
Yea I came from nottingham and it stick like glue
Chains covered round my neck I don’t do tattoos
They can’t tell you shit when I shoot but he a fat dude
50k up in a cell and I’m Lamborghini uruses
Free my fuckin nigga yea I’m lit but I ain’t cool wit dis
Devil knocking at my door I’m constantly askin who is this
If he do not answer I just pray to dat I don’t shoot and miss
All des bitches fa da streets I don’t know who to kiss
All des niggas hate on me so bitch who really rich
Lost connection to da streets but I put my plug in it
Lost connection to da streets but I put my plug in it
Lost connection to the streets, we never had a pot to piss in
All we had was religion so a nigga end up christian
Never asked permission, all I do is follow vision
And if you out of order, you be swimmin wit da fishes
Friends turn foes, niggas really been bitches
I bought more poles, got glizzys wit da switches
Soul turned cold, block sweep, we spinnin
It’s all about the ups, y’all cap, we didn’t
I take cuz nones given
That’s just how we livin
This drank I keep sippin
The blood I keep spillin
I used to be down, but shit been way different
Jefe, we up now, it’s luxury livin
Yeahhhhh
We used to have to share outfits, had holes in our shoes
Couldn’t see tomorrow, swear to God we was gone lose
Swear to God dat we lose, and I turned dat into wins
Lost connection to da streets when they I thought I was in the pen
So hungry we was woozy
A 100 different ways the devil used me
Got a 100 different ways to get some blue cheese
Make these niggas out here really wanna lose me
We Didn’t

Written by:
Harrison Knight, Henry Dondle

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