Lyrics:
this shit
Like I'm Usain Bolt
I'm a lightning bolt
Your a striking pole
I'm Muhammad Ali
with the striking blow
In the 15th round before final vote
Like
girl, you fucking with a thot
She out here fucking niggas every week. She plotting with your opps
Keep your realest niggas on the block
My niggas, they
say Education dey pay
Dem tell us say if we vote e go sweet
After we vote we no dey see their face
Baby, no con just dey use my heart play (hey)
See,
it
Shout out to Pucci, the dime, my CEO is locked in prison
So I vote his vote for you and think about you while I sip it
Can't take the heat, then get
there and vote/put somebody in that seat that think like bro (hold on)/just hold on (2x)
(verse 1) I got alot to say road to riches really like a block
I keep a Glock in my tote
Don't got my strap then I'm cutting your throat
All of my pockets on fat
I had the presidents 'fore I could vote
I don't be
This is real talk, that's our words in action
And you can feel the passion from the flow to the fashion
Healing with this hip hop, your block to my
We was block hogging
Me and my niggas kept the block jumping
Chasing the fast Kash word to big cousin
We was big bugging at 14 we been dumping
fake chains
Ima buy me and the men some rollies
No 9 to 5 get it off the block
Can't work at a donut shop like Mollie
When it's time 2 slide go load them
on his block
Ain't seen work in a month
Caught his ass lacking
Threw him in da trunk
And if he want beef
We turn him to ashes
Roll em up
Wit sum exotic
molly
Just examples of some I ain't never tried but done sold things
Real shit had the block hot no propane
No Wayne but I had that fire man no flame
a billy I feel like a goat now
Hit my dance on his block I get
LOW DOWN, how I slid in that bitch in her throat now
Threw it back onnna dick told her slow
on protesters”
“Fuck! Fuck!”
“Oh my gosh I’m running, I’m running!”
“How long do you Seattle and those few blocks look like this?”
“I don’t know, we could have
cre you soft or just humble when you're praying a lot, I wave my finger like Mutumbo cuz I still got the block. Where there's a few that you can
have the biggest clique, but you gon' die a loner
Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
What
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches
On the block pack a gat, watch your back boy
Cause you know that's hot, and them haters
Do your thang and come on home, cause you know
That I'm
that shit
Soopa don't fuck around i'm something, else
With my bad self
Hot's the game, but cold is the breath
(E white) most of the niggas on the block
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twenty thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
twenty thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
on these niggas, stay on these blocks
No limit forever, we all we got
Stay in the club, stay with that heat
OG person, all the bad bitches with me
And I
into a pole
Like a right to vote
I'm from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain
Nigga take it from you
a lil' jawn, I match you like Pat Pat
Come back when them cameras out, 'round your block, we kick that
Come back when your funeral in progress and hit
We moving close to being more like Mary and Joseph
2024, you know who to vote for
They saying that I'm Republican
Actin' like I killed somebody,
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