[Intro]
Huh, how did I make it home?
How did I get back? I just let it all slap on the baitest road
Jump in the passy, yes I did it a ride
That's mileage, I know the way, let's go
Yo, put your foot on the gas, that's sirens, I know the station's cold
Pray that I make it

[Chorus]
Street life, I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it home
Street life, I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it-

[Verse 1]
I know that it's takin' a toll, all of these sleepless nights in the vacants bro
I been makin' dough, talk about status quo
Still lookin' out for paigons though, see a opp, I'ma tape off roads
You know the way this goes, maybe you don't
Top boy Shmurda, I just slid 'round with a burner, Timmy, I roll with a turner
Driver's a learner, I point the thing like a cursor, aim and shoot like I'm Werner
Wine on the window, bingo, lean out further, foot on the gas, man swerve off
GSR on my person, I ain't no virgin, clothes all gotta get burn' up
With a shank, I'ma do 'em up worser, same flicky I use when I'm taggin'
Bag a whole .9 but I ain't braggin', I want a Max like Brannin'
Trap line bangin', I got white like Shannon and I got dark like the mandem
But I ain't tryna hear doors bangin', the boydem got me doin' up plannin'
Smokin' a blem, I'm chillin' at J's
Lil' bro got three G packs in the bank, no we don't need Barclays
AMPR, do the same trips in the car, sometimes gotta leave by train
It's all calm, pattern the yard, eight bits for a .9 at my niece's place
I just pray that it's safe
[Chorus]
Street life (Street life), I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it home
Street life, I just pray that I make it home
I'm in the streets, roll with the heat but I know the station's cold
Bando, bake in a place unknown, it's cold, I'm stayin' up late with a phone
Long time that I ain't been home, pray that I make it home

[Verse 2]
I had my mumsy's kitchen, mum used to talk but her son wasn't listenin'
Couldn't play ball on the pitch on a kicks day, same time I was on the field tryna pitch him
I was fourteen on the strip with a flick ting, black blade do him up, quick ting
Then I had to make cake, Kiplin', still on a estate with a big ting
Still rap but I ain't like them man, talk about skengs but they ain't no skengman
Used to have more now they ain't got ten man
Real talks and a prayer for them man
I can't get to the drop but my friend can and if it's HSQ, he a dead man
Black on black when I step, fam
Step anywhere like a red band
Step anywhere, I'm surprised he got left any hair
How many shavings? Or we just blaze 'em, if he a opp, we ain't got any care
'016, I was opp of the year, look at the scores, it's not very fair
Phone call, "Have you got any gear?" I be like "Yeah" (Huh)
Look, six 'til three, I told Darren "Go hit that, fiend"
Two on one at the alley, because it was Sally I let her give fifteen
Kanye West, I can't tick this beat, I'm too good to be riskin' free
In fact I think I'm too good for the trap until lil' bro get's back, racks still, though
I think I need me a mil' though, think I need to chill, though
Street life gets real, though
Pray I make it home