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a block off in my shoes
His mama called  me with the news and I instantly cried
Imagine how it really rained the day my partner died
Remember being in that

a bubble

Hmm, booty that is new to this shit
Been cool since a kid and I won't stop
Till the globe's in my grip, I let it slip
Straight to the ground, give

wearing riches by wearing rags
Grindin all my life
Yeah, gettin that cash

Ridin in a foreign
That's a whole new level
Skirtin thru da city
Yeah, put da

wood
Ha
Ha
Ha
They gonna say that it's just a faze
Same young kid from the block who used to aim
They don't really understand when I give him praise
Say

ain't matching the King, when I Wing it it's peak, they
Lookin' at me like "ey Jit!
New kid ain't got respect for the 8-bit
You just steal others styles

of reactions
Spinnin' they block n', I'm lookin' for static oh thats a new dead opp better pass it
Walk in the spot and I'm totin' my ratchet Bitch, I've been

And ill make his mama be proud of me
Im the new kid on the block now
I bully these fakes aye
Don't make man
Go back to my old-ways
I can do this all day
All

see the glow now they acting like they know wasn’t messing with the kids call me back after the show never been the average joe swear this life is all i

on top of me
Watching me, on my story she was watching me, now you topping me
Hopping in a brand new whip, you can pull up in a drop with me
You can argue

NOT.
Poppin this.
Diss track. On a dock.
45 Glock. Shots.
On that 8 Mile block. (POP)
Remember, GOD. I am NOT. A RAP GOD!

So, go suck on my rap cock!

changed



There’s a boy up the block

Practicing trumpet on his porch

What does he know

He’s just a kid

But he sounds so good playing

These are a few

Three sitting on blocks
You can buy, sell, or trade
Or just come by and steal
'Cause he sold off the locks
When some folks call the fuzz
Ol' Chris keeps

of the chronic
Ironic how Jalen is serving a Butler
Knickerbocker go eleven
Had to block the homie Devin
Rock with Hart but no Kevin
Game one, twenty two, seven

Ain't seen that nigga since I was a kid I hope he living well
Lil baby keep calling my line the type to kiss and tell
This water all up on my neck look

line, dare a nigga take mine,
Tutored by the OGs, 
Three fifty seven when I'm barking, 
Six nails for that coffin, keep the shells, 
Toss the gun and keep

I got shot down a lot
Pulled down in my misery
Til I started seeing things very differently
No lie
I been da kid on the block
Picked on, lied on,

that bitch
Don't leave a hickey
When we done
You gotta go
And I don't owe you niggas
Nothing did it all by my lonely
You wouldn't invest a penny in me

someone bigger than me and him
Why do I feel like I can't trust someone who shares my same skin
Why do I act so paranoid, depending on the block I'm in

have a woman that's worth it
Two little kids, picket fence, that's perfect
Your body is perfect
Big shades withcha big purses
Reis at ya service
True,

on ya homies
Make it a movement. 
If it keeps you up at night, you better do it

Lot of old guards where the Louvre is 
New kids on the block
Knots in

will fuck around and bench dawg
Distro kid just sent a fuckin' check and that's your rent cost
New crib up at Cincy and I'm tryin' to get this lease

greatest hits/
I grew up jamming Tupac, loud in and out the booth I/
Made enemies, got jumped first week up on my new block/
But one thing bout me I ain’t

where to find it at
I'm feeling stressed

Sickened by the bloody bags
Dripping from the illest intentions of
Stoned killers in the projects dealing

a young nigga with some brand new kids
Many comin' up out of him, holdin' his lips
Just a real young nigga but I threw them like spinks
Blew them black Gulf