1. |
BLOCK
01:56
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Gimme got got, right in front of his spot
They gone get you if you’re ready or not
I’m in love with the block
We was taught not run from the cops
They get your ass then you probably get popped
But I’m in love with the block
Friends and family man that’s all that I got
Pops a gangsta, moms fell for the rock
But I’m in love with the block
At a time, yeah you loved her a lot
She fucked your opps, baby momma’s a thot
I’m in love with the block
13 when my uncle got shot
14 when I saw him in a coffin, my god
15 I witnessed my momma off of the rock
At 16 I had dreams, said I never would stop
17 I had to go hard
While they was selling snow hard
I was hitting slopes so low you wouldn’t know
18 doing shows
Selling pounds for the low
If it’s mid, send it to the east coast, it’ll go
Never was enough, but it was fast and I loved it
She see I’m riding clean and she like that I’m rugged
Down to catch a case for all my niggas like fuck it
I’ll show up bare faced, I ain’t telling or nothing
That’s how
Gimme got got, right in front of his spot
They gone get you if you’re ready or not
I’m in love with the block
We was taught not run from the cops
They get your ass then you probably get popped
But I’m in love with the block
Friends and family man that’s all that I got
Pops a gangsta, moms fell for the rock
But I’m in love with the block
At a time, yeah you loved her a lot
She fucked your opps, baby momma’s a thot
I’m in love with the block
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2. |
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Either way
We can say
Lead the way
Wonder what it’s really gunna be today
Try and tell me if you see a way
Either way
Either way
Toe to toe either way
We can go face to face
You can express all the hate
That you feel
Bet it ache
How it feel being fake next to real being made
From the mud came rain
Load the chopper, let it sing
It’s an opera when I pull in a phantom or a range
Mobbing with the gang, screaming money ain’t thing
Life ain’t the same, when you live off your name
Any day
We can break
So I pray
Pray a nigga get to see another a day
Plotting on your demise, they look you dead in your eyes, gotta keep away
Get away
Till this day
People fake
I ain’t really tryna hear what people say
Gotta put in the time, gotta stick to the grind cause nigga either way
Either way
We can say
Lead the way
Wonder what it’s really gunna be today
Try and tell me if you see a way
Either way
Either way
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3. |
HOP UP
01:59
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Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
You can’t tell me nothing
You can’t tell me shit
Got a few girlies wanna hop up on it
I told baby girl that she got some opponents
Just wait for your moment
I know that you want it I
Fuck all night, hit in the morning
Everybody home so you can’t be moaning
Make it out the door before she could even notice I
Hop up off my dick
Back on my bullshit
Give a nigga space
Can a nigga live
Low key get away with my shorty that’s my bitch
Side chick gone trip, tell her this
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
You can’t tell me nothing
You can’t tell me shit
That looks painful
But I can’t blame you
If I wasn’t me, I’d probably do the same too
Keep it Kirk Frank with you
Gobble the gospel
I stay high, I’m never that hostile
Whatever I got then my nigga I gotchu
Sock any nigga tryna rock you
Shot back at the niggas shots and we got two
Nowhere to hide know my guys gone find you
Hand on the Bible
I ain’t gone lie to
Fuck bout what you’re asking me
Why you all harassing me
Haters need some Vaseline
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
You can’t tell me nothing
You can’t tell me shit
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4. |
SPECIAL
02:05
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You and I have something special
You and I have something special
You and I have something special
You and I have something
Would you look at that
Heard around the town that a nigga get around, she don’t care about the past
Left for awhile, then got it right and came back
Look what you do to me baby
Miss you, I wish there was two of me baby
Start from a bop, then have baby on baby
You and I got something
You and I got something unique
When I didn’t have nothing
You were the only thing I could keep
Grab this seat next to me
You’re my queen
I’m your king, this ain’t make believe
Know that I play for keeps
I honestly do believe that you’re meant for me cause
You and I have something special
You and I have something special
You and I have something special
You and I have something
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5. |
HEAVY GRAPES
02:18
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Roll a doobie then I walk my dog
Go for a jog up a couple hills
Seen a bad broad, in a sports bra
Gave her my card, let’s discuss a deal
Got me hooked, and your looks to kill
Pretty sure end up navy seal
Check the score cause this game is real
That was before, she my baby still
I done been a player
I been done crushed
I been running round
I done run amuck
She don’t want the crown
She just wanna fuck
I need a bitch like you, you know what’s up
I done had L’s
I done had wins
I done had bitch ass niggas claiming friends
I don’t get tired
I been tying ends
And I fuck with this bitch cause she know what it is
Say she got kids, I don’t ever want meet em
My nephew like my son and I barely get to see him
Change my style every season, so this fall’s when I’m leaving
She call while creeping, I’m like, “Aww I was sleeping”
Stripes like a zebra
Tiger eyes when I see you
Eyes on the prize, hope the prize ain’t deceitful
Make the girl decide is you mine or you gone keep em
You’d be lying if you ain’t see that you and I look pretty decent
Produce Organics, it’s pretty obvious what we provide
No need to panic, just stay anonymous, be on the side
Whatever I handed to you, just pocket it and keep a smile
And if I demand it, then you gone handle it and we’ll be fine
I done been a player
I been done crushed
I been running round
I done run amuck
She don’t want the crown
She just wanna fuck
I need a bitch like you, you know what’s up
I done had L’s
I done had wins
I done had bitch ass niggas claiming friends
I don’t get tired
I been tying ends
And I fuck with this bitch cause she know what it is
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6. |
QUARANTINE GRAPES
02:34
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Every day you get up, they gone test your gangsta
Fail the test, might not get another chance to wake up
You pillow talking player, she said you’re a hater
Get up online, you’re a great debater
Been on my ps and qs, and still my eyes on you
I dot my eyes and never cross my team
You must got it confused
Wonder why I’m never in the room and only with my dudes
You feel the way you say you do, then the say it and don’t say we cool
You been rocking with me shorty, yeah I see you baby
Appreciate your patience, cause this shit been crazy
They don’t wanna see us make it, but I’m innovative
Crabs in a barrel in a sea of haters
I’m sayin
Why are all my people at war
I don’t know what’s next, but I’m not scared
I don’t wanna be here no more
So bitch you better back up
They ain’t that sure of me
So I think they need more of me
I’ve quarantined myself for long enough
It’s time to show the beast
Shoulder brush myself so much
My ego big as ogres
On the sofa, thinking how this Produce shit been taking over
The city needed Folgers
Wake up and see the culture shift
The tide I ride
I’d advice not to collide or see a polar shift
Holding this
Pressure on my back, feel like some wings
I know I can do anything cause I’m the truth and I believe that
Told you I need feedback
So I know that you seen that
See niggas where I from don’t get a chance
You gotta see that
He wants whatever he has
She wants the man she has
Leave and never be back
Wonder why I be mad
Cause what I see’s sad
Why are all my people at war
I don’t know what’s next, but I’m not scared
I don’t wanna be here no more
So bitch you better back up
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7. |
FAN A MAN
04:00
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It’s like I’m speaking in code
You don’t hear me but you know what I mean
Cut class to puff grass the other side it was green
My niggas bleed how I bleed so they solid as me
Black, deeper than the roots stand as solid as trees
Left foot after right foot, simple it seems
But niggas get to trippin, problem is they trippin on me
How you gas me but you sitting on E?
I’m sitting on dubs my bitch lap slick as the sea
She real bad, got ass, and she bigger than me
She’ll beat your bitches ass and make your niggas pay up the fee
Off 187 Ave where I got made into me
Never will I beef with niggas not in my league, so stop fronting
Niggas better follow the lead and watch something
Niggas know I been in the lead, you’re not running
Any not on my team, we not punting
Nah we can’t kick it
I thought I was different, but you’re differently different
So I chose a different path and you chose not to listen
Go figure
I figured out a plan and got bigger
You mad and got bitter
You standing next that ain’t your nigga
They gone say they know you like the back of their hand
Post a couple photos just to call you they mans
If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan
Used to be my homie now you’re more like a fan
Reflect on the past, looking back damn
Wouldn’t understand, wasn’t quite on brand
If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan
Used to be my homie but you’re more like a fan
You’re more like a fan of me
Got two bitches fanning me
You’re more like a fan of me
Got two bitches fanning me
You believed me in me at first
Then immediately got hurt when I ain’t put you first, second was my dawgs, you was third
Could’ve been worse, all these bitches I done curved
Coming home before curfew to calm your little nerves
Work your little curves
I ain’t said a word I wasn’t sure if what I heard was what I heard
Sorry love I have back off
Start declining calls like a bad card
It ain’t that hard
I got a cracked heart stabbed in the back I got bad scars
Fast pace like a nascar
I’m moving
Switching up the scenery, I see what you don’t see in me, I end up where I need to be
I see the demons deities
Smoking weed, defeating weak
The odds are what is seek to beat
But you don’t see that
Hoping that be back but baby nah I don’t relapse
Sorry I don’t need that fake energy you can keep that
They gone say they know you like the back of their hand
Post a couple photos just to call you they mans
If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan
Used to be my shorty now you’re more like a fan
Reflect on the past, looking back damn
Put a ring on your hand, make you part of the fam
If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan
Used to be my shorty but you’re more like a fan
You’re more like a fan of me
Got two bitches fanning me
You’re more like a fan of me
Got two bitches fanning me
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8. |
FAR AWAY
03:15
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Dog I need to smoke
It gives me what I need
Feel better on my own
Just give me 50 feet
Far away Far away
Far away from me
(Far away
Far far far away)
I don’t even fuck with y’all
Why would I smoke my dope with y’all
Caught em with an open jaw, I call em out on their flaws
I don’t capeesh
Or hear your speeches
Foolish if you do believe it
Careful with these hoes
Man they try to trap you with a fetus
Cool off that
Don’t go thinking you all that
Cause you got swag
I rock my dirty Nike’s, and I still will bag the bitch you have
Shit ridiculous man
On the Internet she claim she woke
Find a way to sleep with her
In her waves, she ride the boat
Never claimed to like you though
Your posture’s kinda sloppy
Need a shorty that’s stand for me whenever times get rocky
My outfit pretty fire man
My sauce is like wasabi
I’ll die before I’m sorry
Need my space, so back up off me
Dog I need to smoke
It gives me what I need
Feel better on my own
Just give me 50 feet
Far away Far away
Far away from me
(Far away
Far far far away)
Niggas mad phony Dogg
Blood will do you cold
Behind your back, when you ain’t know, they ran it right under your nose
My momma left me absent at the time I need her most
I don’t hold that against her, I just needed time to cope
This ain’t no joke
Ain’t no one laughing
Lick a flip and make it jump
Now that’s what you call a backflip
Miss me with that bullshit
Matter fact bruh you can have it
Reining havoc, tragic, damaged
Where’s the hope, I never had it
Embrace all my habits
Till I’m all alone in a casket
Dog I need to smoke
It gives me what I need
Feel better on my own
Just give me 50 feet
Far away Far away
Far away from me
(Far away
Far far far away)
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9. |
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What the fuck is up
We don’t know
Trying different drugs that
We don’t know
Homie where’s the plug tho
We don’t know
Where did all the love go
We don’t know
Tell me what the fuck is up
I don’t know
I done tried all different drugs that
I don’t know
Someone tell me where the love go
I don’t know
But she been tryna fuck tho
I don’t know
Tab or caps
Got me seeing things
If you happen to ask, I’m off lean and dank
Caught the pass, sneaked a base
Finish line, beat the race
Slapped a ass, just to see it shake
Niggas throwing shade, I just throw my cape on
Y’all like Ray Charles
Cannot see me
John Cena with a ring on pinky
Brain dead every time you see me
Went from jugging CDs to running up the stream
Y’all be floating down shits creek
Bird or plain, nah it’s just me
Cabbage package
Handle bags of massive gases
Blow shit up and keep the ashes
Live it up until I meet my passing
What the fuck just happened
What the fuck is up
We don’t know
Trying different drugs that
We don’t know
Homie where’s the plug tho
We don’t know
Where did all the love go
We don’t know
Tell me what the fuck is up
I don’t know
I done tried all different drugs that
I don’t know
Someone tell me where the love go
I don’t know
But she been tryna fuck tho
I don’t know
I done seen too many niggas play in a persona, thus the reason I don’t be out
They be over pricing liquor at the lounge, rather drown on the couch at the house
Shroom vision had the room spinning I was zoomed in still needed focus
Niggas move different, they ain’t cool with you
Keep the juice away from me if it ain’t Produce
What a defense, it’s a ball mane
I don’t pretend, know that’s y’all lane
On the weekend I’m in draws laying with a freak bitch watching ball games
I get sea sick in the wall waves going deep dish like, “Aww mane”
And a gene fiend but no Balmain
Holdup I just think I got a call saying
What the fuck is up
We don’t know
Trying different drugs that
We don’t know
Homie where’s the plug tho
We don’t know
Where did all the love go
We don’t know
Tell me what the fuck is up
I don’t know
I done tried all different drugs that
I don’t know
Someone tell me where the love go
I don’t know
But she been tryna fuck tho
I don’t know
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10. |
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Still rock my retro Nike’s on a cold night
Remember riding on my bike I had them hoes ride
Nothing changed accept I’m riding in a old ride
Got a ride or die, she gone play both sides
I know crips and bloods, folk ties
I don’t bang but they know I
I87 nigga
Learning lessons making money with my brethren
Work until it’s picture perfect
Cutting up my hedges
Cause there’s snakes in the grass where you’re growing all the lettuce
I couldn’t live with phonies so the homies told me dead em
Don’t forget the past but stay focused where you’re headed
Cause we gone make it where we going just because I said it
These labels want your life, it’s up to you if you bet it
Credit or befit, all money if you sell it
It could break you if you let it
So we rebel it
It’s yours for the taking
Go and take it
Late night
Smoke about 8, 9
Just to myself I been stressing till my grey shine
Dodging every call and every FaceTime
Understand it takes time
Face it, if you take your time widdit it’ll make wine
She sip until she feel it saying, “Bocha it’s been a great time but I only see in the night, let’s kick it in the day time.”
Quick pause then I said, “I’m kinda busy baby, can we talk about it another time?”
They despise when you prioritize
I never take advice from somebody that ain’t got more than I
Seeing life leave a body, shit’ll have you mortified
Horrified to go outside I still managed to stay alive
Make a dime, take some time out your day to go thank your mom
Never will I wait in line, I feel Saddam Hussein in my opinion we can blow your mind with any rhyme or sentence
Watching this all come alive just hoping that y’all listen
It’s yours for the taking
Go and take it
Had to speak it into existence
Then all it really took was some planning and some persistence
I got up off my ass I ain’t wait around for assistance
Complacent people I had to create some distance, now the distance between me and my competition is different
Wise words, just shut the fuck up and listen I got
Perspectives that niggas ain’t never thought of
Ain’t worried bout no club shit flexing bottles I bought up
You see the secret’s I never needed their recognition
Dedication, I’m the definition
Hard work paired with repetition
Got me winning, hit her trying positions she never been in
Been official my nigga just check my resume
Bars got you out here sounding like you just started this yesterday
Remember
Nothing is ever quite what it seems that’s exactly why I’ll die either living or chasing dreams for the taken
It’s yours for the taking
Go and take it
Yeah, You niggas owe me back pay
Don’t waste my time, they say we’re living in our last days
Ain’t cried over a nigga since like last May
So any drama boy you can keep it that way
Pay me what I’m worth, oh and add interest
Too busy getting mine, I ain’t that interested
Ain’t no bating me
See I had pimp in my blood since like ‘83
Oh I mean ‘91
Oh I do this for fun
But I want to buy a house for my loved ones
Have some little ones
Live my life in peace
Mind my own black business that’s minding me
Cause you can have it all
You know the world is yours
So go and take it
It’s yours for the taking
Go and take it
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