Lyrics:
son may have a cardiac abnormality called cardiomyopathy
The reading shows a bundle branch block
If he’s lucky give him 10 year for his heart to rot
& read a book under a branch
Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks away
Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks n' Blocks away
Blocks & Blocks
that lil' boy trouble
And plus this shorty be full wodie
Be storin' bundles M start wildin' and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin' a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin', with penitentiary chances
The dope roped
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin' a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin', with penitentiary chances
The dope roped
corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve trays like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half
won't graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it,
come with some commas (commas)
This shit better come up in bundles (in a pack)
Promotors be trippin', they lie, we go bonkers
Send a blitz too fast,
the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin'
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck
of the rock
It's a crowd at the block
And everybody's praising him
Cause they know where I'm taking them
And if you fuckin' with Bundles
Then they talking 'bout
crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been
fashion
Monkey suit swingin' with the tree branch
I don't Crip walk, do my Z dance
Bend with a stick 'fore I bend with a Glock
I'ma hit your block
more cake together, so we could branch out
Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house
Call me a dreamer but I hustle for real
You thought that I fell
the whole block muted
Like E.F. Hutton style
Bleek not frontin now
We suit up for war with no button down
We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up
Put 4
piece in five weeks
Shit lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag
up on that jeep, I‘m swangin‘ it out
Young Donny from the block, he
Trappin' down South, yeah, yeah
I know these little niggas want me under
I move
Need the whole thing when I'm buyin' 'em
Run and copped the whole bundle
When I'm buyin' 'em
I'ma need a whole hundred when I'm buyin' 'em
I'ma need
big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free, so tell 'em
"Please take these links off"
the same language
Yeah, ounces and bundles, kilos too
Either way, keys of yay'
TV shows with Lisa Ray
Then back to the block, do I need to say
Boy homo that
TEE POP NO BAD VIBEZ
TEE POP NO BAD VIBEZ
TEE POP NO BAD VIBEZ
Have been making money
Since am be lock
Have been making bundles
In my T block
Couple
Going back to my block 'cause my block needs me (ch'yeah)
I'm always on the clock, get money while I'm sleeping
I guess I'll stop while this beat's
be hard like a pit from a peach
Now the ground has a branch
Now the hound has a ranch
The old tressel's just junk
The Edsel is on blocks
The old
piece in five weeks
Shit lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag
Start skipping down the block
I trip on a rock
Phone screen cracks
Get whacked by a branch
Where's my ounce of luck
While I try make a quick buck
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