Lyrics of 'Main Road' by Digga D

Main road, anywhere we see them
Any fuckin' where
Cameras ain't gon' do nothin'
Yo (gwappa baby)

Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we bored up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells
We got 'em down, we got 'em down
Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we borеd up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yеah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells
We got 'em down, we got 'em down

The feds had me livin' in fear (yeah)
The reason I ain't chinged somethin' in over a year (yeah, yeah)
Took a train from paddington, grub, had bare
I just seen two pussy'hole jakes tryna stare
Cheeks that grub, clutch that gear
They won't let man go if this shit goes pear (nope)
My circle small, just robbed us a square and we broke that package with care (yeah, yeah)
I can't relax in this condition (nope)
With all this flakin' hair (bling)
The butter I got come lookin' like shairon
Country the faster borough, I ain't swingin' no punch, I'm swingin' my spear (yeah, yeah)
Not revealin' my nank till I get up near (ayy, captain)
But he turned to a dasher, oh there?
I swing my splasher and ruin the clothes that you wear (ching, ching)
He came 'round wavin' his fryer in the air
We're beefin' chickens, that's right, I'll fill it (huh? Huh?)
It'll still get chingy right there
Load a 9, cheap gold didn't come from claire
Online cheat codes off of twenty, it's rare
I don't know who they think that they fuckin' scare (hahaha)
A shit mali run-up, his skin got tan up, that's why they hate this jareer (bap-bap)

Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we bored up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells
We got 'em down, we got 'em down
Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we bored up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, "luga vellz, the amni smells"
We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Old school days, I was sellin' bare weed
Used to see two 20 " from a z
I put a 2 in the q with the Benz and the nina flakin', that's c63
I just shot 4 o's from that whip and blagged it (huh?)
I said it's tt (I lied)
And if I had me a 'ped in seg, no bev, but still man rid the cc (my bird)
Everyone puttin' their seats low, put it in eco
Hope them pussies won't pree us (get low, get low)
Gettin' up close, but they run when they see us
If we get bagged, then it's free us (free the guys)
E's tryna keep his pace, tryna stay focused when we hop out the ford (the dinger)
I was just with bro-bro, jojo, belmarsh, got a l plate 'cause he scored (my nigga)
Came out the way, ha's keep catchin' a m, you woulda thought it's a sport (have that)
I'm still smokin' [?] can't say his name, but you know it's a corpse
Call a half a box a fiat, 'cause it's 500, without the storks (yeah)
Bought a hundred 3-2 auto's 'cause, the shorts didn't fit in the scopes

Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we bored up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells
We got 'em down, we got 'em down
Sideroad (sideroad)
High road (high road)
Back road (back road)
Main road (yeah)
Frontline where we bored up fuck
Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)
But estate's is the best place
No cameras, chef that up and bust case
Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells
We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Sideroad
High road
Back road
Main road
Frontline where we bored up fuck