Movie Star

Yo

She wanted to hear stories in my car
So I keep on tellin' her
That my life's been a film, so it's like the cinema
Come get involved, you can be a movie star
Well, let me think, where do I start?
Sirens are the soundtrack of the city
I felt silly standin' outside of Webby's talkin' about a milly
Ed-educated by a hillbilly
That was deep in the game before the beats turned drilly
Them piercings got me turnin' up the heat
And no bras got her lookin' like the car's hella nippy
I was at the school gates in an old-shape Mini
Now the Sterrato cost north of two fifty
I spent an extra twenty on my seats
Just so I know there's nobody in my league
My money management came a long way
From spendin' every penny on my weed
I've come a long way on a long day
I sit in my Jacuzzi thinkin', "Jeeze"
I used to hop the fence when I've seen feds
And now I've got a garden full of trees
I've come a long way, if I must say
I hope you like my stories cah they're deep
You see them blue lights in the distance
Sirens are the soundtrack of the streets

I just told her (woop-woop)
We see through them in our dreams
So we just flip the OZs into keys
(Woop-woop) it's the sound of the police
Sirens are the soundtrack of the streets
I just told her (woop-woop)
We see through them in our dreams
So we just flip the OZs into keys
(Woop-woop) it's the sound of the police
Sirens are the soundtrack of the streets

She wanted to hear stories in my car
So I keep on tellin' her that my life's been a film, so it's like the cinema
Come get involved, you can be a movie star
Wait, let me think, where do I start?
I know what to tell ya
Sirens are the soundtrack of the underbelly
Man talk about the trap as if it wasn't smelly
Man say they've got your back when it's gettin' scary
Then talk behind your back like they your adversary
Great Cheetham Street, standin' outside the chippy
When you can't afford Singapore vermicelli
You don't know about the chips with the sweet and sour
When the roads get dead like a cemetery
What can they tell me about homeless?
I was on the street corner, feelin' hella hopeless
I just turned my pain to resilience and focus
Now I got the smooth bezel with the black face on my Rolex
Sirens are the soundtrack of the ghetto
When you've been a soldier, I think you deserve a medal
The gangster inspiration only took me to a level
And then chillin' with the director taught me that I sould never settle
I'm not ready to have kids, it's a myth
I'm just tryna get a crib with a lift
Certain haters got me kissin' my teeth, but she's got me lickin' my lips (ah)

I just told her (woop-woop)
We see through them in our dreams
So we just flip the OZs into keys
(Woop-woop) it's the sound of the police
Sirens are the soundtrack of the streets
I just told her (woop-woop)
We see through them in our dreams
So we just flip the OZs into keys
(Woop-woop) it's the sound of the police
Sirens are the soundtrack of the streets

Sirens are the soundtrack of the hood
Be wary of the fall off, be careful who you trust
More time the women know that we're climbin' up from the dust
When you come up from the mud, the water's thicker than blood, ah
Sirens are the soundtrack of the hood
Be wary of the fall off, be careful who you trust
More time the women know that we're climbin' up from the dust
When you come up from the mud, the water's thicker than blood, ah
(Woop-woop)
(Woop-woop)
(Woop-woop)