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to get this
Have no option but to pop at a opp
Empty the 9 then I'm upping the Glock
Then hop in the drop after chopping the block
Grab my kids food

on the news
Streets ain't playing by the rules
Gotta gun when I walk my kids to school
I just brought a maybach to the block
We gone throw a parade for all

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

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

the earth shake
We ain't gotta let little feeling get up in the way
A little ittty bitty litty something to this
On the block like the new kids
I ain't trying

Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Yah, Yah
Maybe I'm too real for niggas
Maybe I'm not real enough
Spent the first few weeks in the new crib stu real

big face thats the new fifty
Im from the block where these niggas keep the mac dumping
You aint a real hustler if you never stack nothing
Ask sav how we

a piss take
Generally, don’t fuck with the myther but if owt happens I want that crack
Not new to the frisk, had do’s as a kid, I’ve give and took a few

I want to know why these niggas hating on me
I be whipping past in a srt homie
Back when I was broke you left me by my lonely
You got a little money

on getting a mill 
Or moving they moms to house ona hills
Every season nun new trynna Score like the bills
Addicted lifestyle Shit a give you the chills

Said

home to the crew crib
Step onto the block like the new kids
Open up the doors for my two friends
Lock the car, I'm not foolish
Tired from the night out,

what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
The new kid in the biz is beating em off the block
Corner left back like brother, little Ox
In

to stop him
Working on perfection, draft by draft, through revisions
Opposition tries to block him
He's not stopping with them
He's built different

The belt and the gold
Bitch run it up
Run it up
ILL's here the new bad guy
Top rope swag yeah that's high fly
Tips that hit home I spit drive bys
Cause I'm

down, brush you off, I'm a cock block
Slide to the booth 'bout to make this shit pop
But the cop cut the cables and took my laptop
Raided the club so he

to your kids
Act like they don't hear that shit
Curse eachother till you cry
Be a child, throw a fit

You can't clean up your own corpse!
(Man fuck that

front when I walk through
Freeze the world when I talk
Painting pictures as a lil kid
Gotta save my bros from that block
Get that money, Move smart
Don't

use to sleep on the floor now i look forward to payin the rent
I can not lay wit a bitch I can not stay wit a bitch
If she ain't raising them kids right

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

since back in H town
Yeah
Soon as you think u know me here I go I'm evolving again
Just a product of the life that I found myself in
New kid on the block

is you talkin' to?
Boy, you is trippin'
I shoot my shot, I feel like Scottie Pippen
I keep a stick by my side
I shoot at them one at a time
Send that

top and the body is tan
Spin the block and I do it again
Two Face they don't know where I been
Feet hurt... I ain't fucking wit Vans
Ops talking like

all of this is my fault

Wherever I go I'm surrounded by fog
I'm hoping it's that as I block out the fact I see nothing at all
Or maybe the matter

sticks in the sprinter the windows is tinted
Higher than Venus foreal it feel like I play tennis been smokin on opps by the minute
Drac on my body I'm