Lyrics:
on the block, but you gots to earn your stripes, baby
No problems
Show me where the kid at
Don't you worry about him, man. We're gonna roll by his place in
Weirdest kid on the block zombies ate my neighbors
You the walking dead if its world war z from my metaphors
I'm The dawn of the dead king
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
A spark by midnight
(Get up, get up, get up)
Shootin' 'round, movin' white
Ooh, baby, the block's hot just
I'm just like god
I'll be so red I'll be by dead
Yeah shit nah
Upgrade and elevate
There's no debate
And I'll tell it straight
Not one of my songs that
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
by none
Jump out from front and back
Moving side to side
Something like my song
No no family ties
Sometimes they like to slide
Depending how I feel
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
“Blaaatts”
Or walk wit' a new bop, we got some new pots
I see some 40 bigs, I blew off homie wig
And run up in his house and kidnap his only kid
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
above me?
Aunt Becky and two more fucking
Kids now live with hubby
Now because this hot talk show
Thot got knocked up
Then my top floor block is her
over-sexualization of the kids in the home
Battery in my back, this house of pain won't ever last
CyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest song
Well
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch I
Watch how you talk
Ooh Yeah
Watch how you walk
Ooh yeah
Get off my block
Block yeah
Look at my socks
Socks bitch
Watch how you talk
Ooh Yeah
Watch
I got a new whip
And that girl wanna fuck me think I'm clueless
I might fuck her once and give her two kids
I just keep on grinding I need blue
shot Pac in
Uh, what's the numbers I can lock in
It's like Christmas all my
Women got stockings
Uh, have something I have stocks in
I told them get
your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo"
I leave ya face leakin'
plottin' shit
I'm just doing what I should
They must want no one to know
Cause they don't put that on the news bro
They entertained by the culture, they
Yeah! Yeah!
King Mezzy on the beat yeah!
80K worth of chains
Is it stolen? Nah, it's made
Just made another K
Couple K, another day (True)
New
on new year
And fingers in my ears
I’ll try to let Christmas slip by
And the cold it sends shivers
Straight through my bones
And I know that we’ll make it
Can't be block, stopped, halted or pushed out
Was a kid when I started I'm a man now
Go stupid go retarded fuck a handout
It's in God's hands now,
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