Product of da Block
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When the fuck everybody become so
Friendly too, you know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't never been that friendly my nigga
I ain't never know the world to be that friendly, man
We ain't all friends my nigga
I don't really fuck with niggas like that, man
When you see me my nigga
Don't even, nigga don't even approach me my nigga
Cause I ain't friendly like that my nigga
Yo, V'd on, uh
Prolly in the S class, wavy off a benzo
Tints low, just so you could see my face
Lookin' like Brad Pitt in Fight Club
Hoppin' out the V for a dutch
See my little mans, toss him a buck, it's nothin'
Grab some Fritos and a loosie though I said I'm gon' quit
I know he shortin', you know I'm still on my shit, nigga
You ever leave the show and bag up work
Supply the block so your mans ain't hurt, I ain't think so
But all these faggot niggas rappin' 'bout base
Bunch of bitch niggas takin' up space, get 'em out of here
It's like they read my life and took a whole page
Finna start deckin' niggas off stage, word to mommy nigga
I'm off tour, but now I'm back up in the hood
Sellin' dope and gettin' money like I should, shit is second nature
And management, sayin' leave this shit alone
But these fiends keep hittin' up my
Phone, and I ain't turnin' down dope
Nah, nigga I'm still hand to hand
Might just leave the stage and sell
A couple grams, cause I'm 'bout that
I ain't never had a job, all I know is drugs
Grew up 'round thugs, sellin' crack, dried up the fuzz
Quick to sell a fiend a dummy if I'm goin' broke
I really live this shit these niggas rap and you a fuckin' joke
I was servin' off the block when niggas needed coke
Snatchin' niggas biggies wintertime when niggas needed coats
Bitch, I'm just a product of the block nigga, shit
I'm just a product of the block nigga
This for my niggas with them goonies that'll spray for 'em
That open up the chips in the store before they pay for 'em
Live niggas, when you leave you gotta pray for 'em
Cause you know, anyone could be your last day for 'em
You know me, prolly gettin' money OT
Play the window while my youngin' dimebag a whole P
In my white cotton grams like I'm Iron Chef
Crib full of strappers thinkin' where to hide the tech
We heard some pussy niggas had it the other side of town
We scoped you niggas for a week, took you niggas down
Nigga back in the hood on the regular
Fried the store and chargin' up my phone behind the register
White tee with durag, skin glowin', pockets on swole
Flooded the strip and I'm sellin' it whole, nigga
Buses stops all hours of the night
Had to clothesline a fiend up off his bike, tried to short me nigga
And those leaks tryna slow a nigga progress
Catch them dippin' on the dirt bikin' through the projects
I ain't never had a job, all I know is drugs
Grew up 'round thugs, sellin' crack, dried up the fuzz
Quick to sell a fiend a dummy if I'm goin' broke
I really live this shit these niggas rap and you a fuckin' joke
I was servin' off the block when niggas needed coke
Snatchin' niggas biggies wintertime when niggas needed coats
Bitch, I'm just a product of the block nigga, shit
I'm just a product of the block nigga