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Big hound shit, can't come to my block
Walk down bitch, imma let a few shots
That nigga not dead, double back like a clock
hell nah when I pop out I'm

beat him im doing my dance
Someone else want it? please get in yo stance

Fuck it up one time we spinning the block (skrrr)
Ops pull us over stash it in

the stops, for you to stay moving
You calling your shot, you Babe Ruthing
Before you go blow up the block like El Ruken
But that's not enough even though it's

a block on this bitch and I'm clutching them fins
Fuck a nigga, better know papi , never lack
Goin' through 100 racks, next to me, it's a new gen
Lamb Chop,

niggas out my mix
And I'm toting on this block still, still could get you hit, get your bitch, she sucking dick still
This little bitch a tick, yeah, your

like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies

that money and getting the bills
I gotta heal
Smoking the za cause it give me a feel
I got a shield
Block away all of the drama it kills
I gotta heal

When they let me out them gates I had to turn up by any means
These days for peace my phone on dnd
Not talkin about no cake nine times out of ten
you

man you shoulda known it was more to come than that
Oh that's who you got, place your bet
Yea outside that's where they at
If i ride by i nod my head

in the apartments

Late night, tryna catch a body
I'm on the block, you know I'm with young brew
They gon' step about me
We catch that boy, we beat his

my own man
I ain't gonna fuck if she ain't got no bodies, I'm a grown man
Niggas tryna block my shot, they ended up just goaltending
I got your bitch

Got Lucy mad
Yeah he got a big attitude
Cause he can't block me
This ain't hockey
I'm a rare kind
I ain't no copy
Remember them days
I was moving sloppy

we'd miss the stop
Nah bitch, let's step on the block
You seem to misunderstand the intent of my plan
I thought you could see it
Can't find the keys

with Alyx and Lil' Quay
I spin on that block with that dirty AK
He got dropped with one shot like I'm playin' 2K
Yeah, your lil' hoe a thot, she got

time, No, No
Got my options open
Gonna make some noise wid the loud
And then ima sip on my potion
Right now im floatin
Surrounded by bare pretenders
Try

water if you ain't this deep
Nah, for real, this deep, I got to see it
Like, uh, really don't wanna lay like this
Like, you can't understand just by

shit and then I bleed
Bleed it out, I need it now

I see it now, it's just a vision
It was blurry, clean it out
I see the doubt, I block it out
I'm

used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made

like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be

Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali

Intro:

A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding.

started, he turned it up to the max
His mama moved to the Burbs, but he didn't forget where he left
New kid on the block, had to make a name for his self
Him

They tryna spin the block now, hell nah, mm-mm, you blocked now

I came too far to stop now, I feel too high, can't come down
I see a bunch of BBs, bum

new line
Don't know if it should be fine
Walkin' walkin' to the sound
My footsteps are on the ground

By the blocks
I am in so much trouble
Body stops

It’s a new year we walking by faith not sight
Everything we do got to be pleasing in his sight
Everywhere we go, everywhere we be
Can’t steal our joy