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scheming on the block
We tryna reach the top
Saying wait your turn
Now I'm waiting
Just like when is ours
Blood, sweat, and tears into this shit so many

top three yea top three
Not dos
Shorty got a tight end
But the block could keep her
Couldn't run her back so I had to
Receive her tried to kick her out

homies on the block, quick to really get the bust
I dont fear nobody else, only one I do is god
Better get out my face, I ain't really with the talk

it's built off of lying
Truth hurts when it's coming from the source, of course
Don't try remorse when see that them lines been crossed
Now you double

them times on the late night, you'd hit my line like Cam I miss you
And I'm coming home soon better take some time can't wait to hold and kiss you
It

DJ please pick up your phone I'm on the request line
I'm a bad bitch, look how I work it 
I'm a bad bitch, look how I work it
I'm a bad bitch, look

a friend to pretend
So when these feelings come in
It's super easy to block, I'm a linemen
I sin, every now and then
But if I'm feeling it's a win
I'm losing

bopper, paper box that was making a bond that'll never end
And drinkin' sprite and throwin' rocks or building blocks at our friends
Was somethin' no one did

of signed with walk
But I just wanted to fly
As soon as I got the contract
Had to get it revised
I sat down and crossed the lines
Nuff things didn’t align
I

the block
What he wanna be
He told me Paztuh Mike I wanna be a straight up G
Mama's on crack in that house cooking cocaine
He ain’t even know it, but he want

no i won't go for that, put five bullets in his dome
Bodybag, toe tag, empty mags, hit his ass
Spin the block, where he at? There he go, let's interact

droppin tryna get a taste (get a taste)
When I'm feeling bored I take some molly then I float away (float away)
Why they always blowing up my line I never

demonstrate, These n*ggas shooters but always hesitate
I pull up at the line or shoot from the side like a fadeaway 
It take blood, sweat, and tears becoming

demonstrate, These niggas shooters but always hesitate
I pull up at the line or shoot from the side like a fadeaway 
It take blood, sweat, and tears becoming

Til they kill who you chillin with
I sit and kick it with niggaz you idolize
Topic of discussion is you niggaz out of line
The clock tickin they figured

the kitchen cookin' up that real hip hop
That's a bar n***a 
Looked like I turned up the brightness cause I'm a star n***a 
Ain't no way they could block us

don't try me been waiting to catch a Vicky
I be vibing w/ Hennessy and a spliffy
Hit the block run it back
Make it in a jippy
In the mountains getting

Gotta talk in codes
Them bitches on my line
Lambo Sambo
Ten toes no snitching
Gotta speak in codes for my operation
Plenty guns plenty bows for my

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
You gon' hear me on the boombox
You gon' hear me on the boombox
Woah woah yeah yeah
I'm on the same block that

and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes

You call cops, I shoot opps
Get a mil' and sign the block
Fuck your thots, I'm gettin' guap
And I pipe it,

these people capping in their Rap so I just can't relate
Mom and dad were working way Too hard we had that Chevrolet

Mom was on the block while my Daddy

penny’s and a sock
But this ain’t a jot
Cause the block stays hot
So when I find you and your team I’ll tie them with a knot
And burry them underneath

the bag 
And these cops ain't no different 
They'll do anything to keep the badge  
You see most of the world turns blind 
When it's a black man on the line

hit my line just like a trick, she gon get passed 'round
Make you switch your team up when I black out
I ain't finished with him send that nigga back