Voice of the Streets Freestyle

[PART I]

[Verse - Little Torment]
Outside in the streets, hand-to-hand meet and greets
I'll be back in six months, hope my new shit don't leak
She know I'm fighting demons from how I move in my sleep
They know I ain't friendly from how I'm moving the scene
I pebble four Z's of each and then go move into the T
Cook this freestyle for DJ Kenny, true I'm free
Niggas looking at me, tryna get suttin for free
My younger shoot, tell 'em they can get one for free
New strap link, tell bro "Go get one for me"
Cause I don't play the streets like it's something that's sweet
Party with the lads, I gotta keep one in reach
Two packs in the joint, I'm gonna fling one from each
Yo I stretch out the grease and I F1 the B
My .44 will do more than mess up your tee
Book a flight, get the re then I get up and leave
Stay a step ahead, they never know what's next up my G
And the hood will let you know I get a crack stove prepped
I'm the coldest rapper that hasn't blown yet
Voice of the streets, would you bang, would you rep?
You gotta wanna catch a body just to hang with my set
And I stay out the way cause shit ain't sweet like Skittles
That's in-house beef, don't get caught in the middle
We ain't dealing if I think that he could possibly tell
Worst feeling's when you wake up and forgot you was in jail
Ayo the dinner on my table won't ever go stale
I scrape the pot and leave no residue on my scale
Fuck a O, I buy them bowls up and flex with my girl
And fuck the industry my G, look how I settled in well
If little bro gon' shoot that means I'm letting shit slide
Cause I ain't have no arguments with being outside
But ten bricks of flake, that's a major decision
God blessed me with the plug, I've gotta play my position
Two packs in the club, I've gotta make these provisions
I could tell them "Squash the beef" but they ain't gonna listen
I built my life off the back of a trap phone
Niggas see my vision, they're just lacking a backbone
I pray to God and grab my stick, I'm a hypocrite
I can't lie there's a lot going on, just a little bit
Niggas tryna up the points and the beef
I'm still here, yeah voice of the streets

[PART II]

[Verse - Timbar]
Little bro, he tried to swim but he couldn't paddle
Little bro, he got touched with a double barrel
Round here you could be walking and you're due to paro
Round here we ain't singing out no Christmas carols
I put it down for my street bruddas
They told me "Put it down 'fore the streets cuff us"
Thinking to yourself "Does the streets love us?"
When you see your bruddas getting street butter
And now I'm doing this for Eesa and KK
For my unborn child that I ain't named
For the pictures on the wall that I ain't framed
Stack all your P brudda, maintain
And you ain't asked me if I'm popped down
I ain't seen my mum since I got out
And when I wrote this you know that the tears came
Cause a whole nine months she had to bear pain
So when I hit 'em with the dots I done it bare faced
So when I hit 'em with the dots I done it bare faced
Saying to myself "Write a sixteen"
Bro I really had a gun when I was sixteen
That's why I'm fresh out the jailhouse
Thinking to yourself "Can he stay out?"
They don't know, say "My music, it's the way out"
They don't know, say "My music, it's the way out"
Nothing before it happens
Matty tell Cameron that I love him
L-O-N-D-O-N, blue flame
Suttin like Russians in Ukraine
And while the government are sitting up in Mayfair
Israel, don't wanna fly a plane there
Life's so short brudda, times goes fast
That's why I write those bars, it's like I tried so hard
It's all mad, I brought my son to my friend's grave
He said "Dad I had one of my best days"
You know my style, you know the one, I'm gonna set pace
And they're going to the church but can they get saved?
I was going through bare tings mentally
Got evicted cause I never had the rent P
Your belly fat, your belly full, my belly empty
Voice of the streets, Kenny Allstar
So anyone you see me with, you know they're all stars
And shout outs to Starish
Bout to let the dargs off the harness