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the intro (it's big)

[Verse 1]
I need you to check this (ayy)
I don't play around i need you to get this
Nigga i meant this (grrr)
New kid on the block they

face, as I'm paving these new lanes
And you know I don't see em, blind eye to the fakes
Bammizzle my name (hey) head shots is my game (hey)
Night vision

up
Then i hit da block wit my grams tucked

Chinese store posted wit da weed
3 4 10s of reggie, what u need
Naw i aint gotta kid i gotta feed
Just

Try hold a meds, look thru lens streets left me traumatized
I wrap the benz I had no gap on it man what a loss
Putting jackets on them new foreigns now

it is I don't have any objections sometimes
It's hard to get rid of this attention
Eventually a new trend gone pop up like it's TikTok
Time running out

and then some
I would give my life to get a block of sandstone
Give it to people who never got paid ransoms
Give to my mama for the shit that she's done;

measured
So when it came to full court games
I was never picked
Playing the side line every day
All I ever did
All I wanted was my respect and
I couldn’t

let me slide in 



Roll a wood then I’m back to the grinding 



Cop a new chain my neck it be shining 



Hit the block in the Beamer I’m sliding

gone
Cousin Chuy callin' Got it by the boat load
This Quarantine got my trips getting postponed
Hard to trust niggas got me moving solo
I call Rocc hit

Niggas front a lot
Till you pump a glock
Bitch I pump the block with confidence
Don't act like a bumbaclot
Whipping my foreign
Like Crash Bandicoot

Chasing down the nigga that didn't know we was racing
I was in a land unfamiliar, new on the block
Cut ties with my past like some scissors, niggas would

oh yea
Tell all my niggas I'm sorry yah
Tell all my bitches I'm sorry uh

Ima skate off on a thottie aunty gave me the game like atari
I only love my

the girls all gag
Yeah flashin' lights when I step in the place
Got the glow of a God baby boy gives face
I block em out with my shades chanel
I'm steppin

generation
What the fuck you telling me
I took the game and innovated
Started out at MVC
By the time this song ends you can name me MVP
I could sense

round, a Nigga block just for fun
Know a nigga eatin good, got a mouth full of crumbs
Ima hardbody nigga, pushing weight but it's drugs

You ain't hardbody

time her nigga fumble, she gon dial a nigga number
Get food, get high, she gon' get laid
Hypnotized by my playa aroma
That's just Wedding Cake, and all

with the warm rice 
Flowing right since 09 no new friends just the old guys
Got gold belts and the off white 
On the brown kid sipping red stripe

That drips into the soul
Into the lyrics that you hear
To all you schmoes
That chose to watch the clock
I got some bad news
For you kids up on the block

demons, wanna pound my head up on the fucking cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all

demons, wanna pound my head up on the f@!#&^ cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all the nonsense,

I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my

Loved the concrete
It was free
Intrigued by the hustle he would Pursue
Learned the game from his pops He taught him everything he knew
From breaking down

I understand it, is Urkel a nerd
Used to not
Cutting on Family Feud to watch, putting games in computer slots
VHS Ferris Bueller got from the movie

bucks
c black kid
Navigate the eggshells
That was left by the white man
Take off wit our chances
N be mad we don't like them
It's all game
Still left wit