Form The Block
Bullet
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Yeah, I ain't go nowhere, still thuggin' in the hood
Doin' what I do, homie it's all good
I'm a keep rappin' (what), until I'm deceased
Even then you hear my record, bumpin' in the streets
Label me a juvenile, a problem child
Growin' up on the streets is wild
And everybody know
Punks, shit break, niggas get no love
Show 'em how a 45 put holes in your cold club
Smoke bud, and do what I do best
Grab the microphone and spit like two techs
Shit, this for the streets, they sayin' it's hot
Say they like the way I bust it and they givin' me props
I'm fresh off the block, so they can see why
I rock mics like I rock white tees and blue Levi's
Chillin' in the hood and you know I'm straight posted
Gettin' all high, yeah we smokin' on that potent
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Rollin' with a 45, and bustas don't know I
Hit it when I stroll by, homie that ain't no lie
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Same fuck 5-0, bustas all die slow
Smokin' on that hydro, that shit got my eyes low
Yeah I spit it when I feel it, I'm sick with it
Explicit how I kick it, listen and get with it
Fools set trippin', they gon' hear my tec spittin'
Hatin' cause my wrist and my neck glisten
Flippin' money I get mine, can't starve in the streets
Hit the blunt and get high, spit raw on these beats
Since the days of juvenile, locked down facility
Earn my rep, and my street credibility
Hangin' on the block, and my record don't sell
Back to loadin' clips with the gloves, no finger prints on the shells
A homicide, don't know who's involved
Give it some time, they waitin' for the heat to fall
The task force raid the spot, take the gauges, AK's and Glocks
Leave us naked on the block
The heat is on, some can't take it on the block
I stand strong, some can't make it on the block
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Rollin' with a 45, and bustas don't know I
Hit it when I stroll by, homie that ain't no lie
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Same fuck 5-0, bustas all die slow
Smokin' on that hydro, that shit got my eyes low
Yeah, feel the essence of a child with a wild daddy
Lesson in your presence, I come in and spit it up on this record
The streets gave me game, so now I'm a use it
Late night blunted in the studio makin' music
Gotta make moves, I'm on the grind for riches
And time is money so ain't got time for bitches
I'm still bumpin' on the low these rap deals ain't payin'
Got me plottin' on hittin' licks, fuck it start sprayin'
So I stay high, smokin' that bomb sticky
You suckas ain't on my level, you wish you could fuck with me
Comin' from a broken home, family of OG's
Load out parolees, and strung out dope fiends
We really really real on these streets where we from
When you tryin' to survive, gotta pack your gun
So I'm stayin' on point, I can't be caught slippin'
And ain't gon' stop 'til I finish my mission
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Rollin' with a 45, and bustas don't know I
Hit it when I stroll by, homie that ain't no lie
From the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Throw spots on every block and the gangstas hang
Same fuck 5-0, bustas all die slow
Smokin' on that hydro, that shit got my eyes low