Headie One & K-Trap – STREET X INDUSTRY Lyrics

STREET X INDUSTRY Lyrics by Headie One & K-Trap

[Chorus: Headie One]
I can’t miss the streets in the industry, but that’s what they taught me
I’m sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don’t have nothing in common, I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that’s what they taught me
I’m mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that’s what they taught me
In this penthouse, where there once was a bunk bed, and that didn’t afford me
Yo, G-Lux and K2 spins broski, spin a gun, OG
But I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me

[Verse 1: K-Trap]
Tell me if you seen a Piraеan city, had the whole borough huming
What it took was a auto and auto, had half of the borough fuming
Bеfore rap had a bando booming, there was an answer for music and a brick as well, it was getting confusing
Really sat down with a plug and a A&R, and the plug had more to give
Music link in my bio still, I felt more legit
Knew my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running
Had to move the press, I was walking ’round with a plate like a Chinese buffet
Still with the savages step, and I’m still managing, yes
It was gallery courts, now it’s gallery death, I still got my hammer on deck
Ran out of 3A autos, 9 and south, going from the west like Sheck
Go to 4, work with a Bremont II for the extra mess
Still good in the kitchen, good with the Smith &
Fill up the thing when we Tokyo drifting
No disclaimer, turned him to a gamer, had him on the floor just twitching
Bad B but posh, ask me what does it mean when you’re smoking opps

[Chorus: Headie One]
I can’t miss the streets in the industry, but that’s what they taught me
I’m sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don’t have nothing in common, I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that’s what they taught me
I’m mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that’s what they taught me
In this penthouse, where there once was a bunk bed, and that didn’t afford me
Yo, G-Lux and K2 spins broski, spin a gun, OG
But I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Fletcher taught me to trap, KP taught me about whaps
Yo, she got shot in the back, one of which dumb older taught him to lack
Funny how I’ve never been to ATL, but Future taught me to rap
Remember days out in the heart and whip, they washed up the food then they sold me the pack
Got these pirates both for the crack
I’m feeling like Dr. Doolittle, ’cause I knew how to talk to the cats
I tried flicking the shorty from way back when, she ain’t wanna come talk to me back
See me in the back in the supercar, now she’s one of the hoes in the back
Ain’t it ironic, I just can’t have a beef with the nine, I’m honest
‘Cause I don’t do internet beef, and the score on the streets been being shambolic
I see bro rise up the four door truck, flow the hot spot to the hydraulics
It’s a shame I say I’m not lit by the gun, but you still have to go die from it
I’m just being modest
Made my first test, I always knew I was gonna add comments
These new plates, rather go be on IG, they ain’t notorious like Christopher Wallace (No)
Was tryna catch nothing but Ms, now it’s nothing but Ms if I sit in the office
A long way from school, they sat in the principal’s office
[Chorus: Headie One]
I can’t miss the streets in the industry, but that’s what they taught me
I’m sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don’t have nothing in common, I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that’s what they taught me
I’m mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that’s what they taught me
In this penthouse, where there once was a bunk bed, and that didn’t afford me
Yo, G-Lux and K2 spins broski, spin a gun, OG
But I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me