Lyrics:
, Hungry Ham
Nigga fuck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga fuck your block, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
the visit, if better days was on its way
Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
somethin' down
We gon' pile on niggaz, wild on niggaz
La da da, da da da
That's a lullaby for you
Better ask your man, he ready to die for you?
We comin'
for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me
(Tommy Franco make it bang though)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (bitch)
Ayy, ayy
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me
Young black babies lacking embrace
From the worst circumstances so it's hard to elevate
The mentality as of late these nuccas hate and they hate
Hell
somethin' down
We gon' pile on niggaz, wild on niggaz
La da da, da da da
That's a lullaby for you
Better ask your man, he ready to die for you?
We comin'
hit on shit
They'll set you up for the loot shit, man
Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit
Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane
yall are sheep
Yall don't really work for it y'all are prisoners of sleep
I could prison you in sleep
I dismember you in pieces then i send you in
for the sky
I ball out the building
She likin' my eyes
She like how I'm feeling
Bitch moves like a perky, got me moving real slow
She ain't got niggas
Drilling these rhymes that I'm spilling
You feeling?
I'm killing I ain't doing this for a shilling
I'm building building blocks like buildings
C'mon
the mountains by the creek
Champagne fountains for the freaks
You can bring your friends we can do it every week
C’mere lio baby look I ain’t cheap
Anything
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that building
on deck
I'ma aim for your nose
I'ma aim for your nose, n***a
Mind on my business
Money and britches Like drugs on the mission
I'm building my pension
I'm
and she's gorgeous
But for me cash ain't my focus
Lead the people call me Moses
I'm the greatest take the notice
Ay ay
I'm better than Migos and I got their
a Melting Pot
Hours we used to floor and up Rock till we got caught
My super ran us out the building's underground parking lot
Memoirs of an 80s Baby Bro
I be on the block with the crock pot, baby
With a Glock on the block sellin' pop rocks, baby
Everybody know that I'm a hot shot, baby
Sellin' rock
I wish ya wouldn't do it.
Oh, better off to hand you
Everything I own, ha ha ha ha!
Strange to see you waiting for me,
You try to block my road
bunnies (bunnies)
To all my women out there
I pay my taxes
Spinnin' on the block holdin' battle axes
Don't know how to spin the block
Better take some
And she a bad one, realest in the building
And I'm a bad boy, I Diddy bop on Biggie block
Bad bitches can't really rock with any thot
Gotta ball, we
(For real)
Still tryna better myself
Still learning love (Uh)
On the San Mateo bridge, took the C4 'Vette
Used to think she really fuck with
Me until she
wanna see the bottom the bottom
I just wanna float
Jump-jump out a window
Lets-lets-lets jump off a building baby
Lets jump-jump out a window
Lets
we're back!
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what
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