In the hood I'm from, we all grind for that paper route If my block was a vault, I’d crack it open, take the loot out That's how I used to feel when I was younger and more wild They phoned me for the packs, but I was out there running miles Here's a chapter from my life, no fame, just chasing pay On bail for some real shit, hustling hard while praying I don't catch a case In the streets, it's never been an easy way I started stacking euros, making moves, hustling everyday I'm from the trap, but I spent most of my grind in one spot, making dough Outside, that's mostly where I set my goals Started off with packs, 'cause I never had a stack Used to consign, hustling hard to pay it back The block's just a short walk from where I chill So when the fiends hit me for some smoke, they know I keep it real Never ever lacking, you should know just what I'm packing still My stash in the blue, my cash in the red, my stacks, balancing the deal Money chasers, used to make them wait outside the trap, not the mall I ain't mixing all this grind with no stall All this shit I've seen, I promise you I could've wrote a book about it I'ma write a song without a hook about it I hit my first lick on this road My first fed chase in a whip was on this road The first time I made a stack was on this road The first time I let the team drive was on this road Two sticks in the ride, I've done that bare times But the first time I ever did was on this road From my window, I can see this road And this road can see me, I could've put this road on TV That weren't love, I always knew this road didn't need me But played a big part in my CV Cassie used to phone me four times a day, easy And each time she's coming with euros, so if she wants a free one She ain't gotta say please, I handed it to his face below his cheekbone That's probably why he hates me Took time off the block to get my P's up I can't be in the streets with no money for a heater I swear there was times I had no money for a pizza Had to make a change, my line bein' twenty-four, it's really how I made my name Started getting better gear, and that's when the paper came I'm back, in my hood, now I got my ride and they can see my phone ring Three days for my reup, two more and that's the whole thing I never had, two plaits, I had me a low trim With no sleep, fuck dreaming 'bout money, I'll just Wake up when they phone me, take a nap till they phone again The block's where shorty offered sex for a couple pebs I want money, I ain't stressed about getting in between her legs If Tony takes Michael's euros, he's gonna call me all depressed Like, "Help me out, and when I get paid, I'll give you all the rest" Yo, I got my first tattoo on this block I was underage but of age to stick to the G code I got the quote, "Only God can judge me," that's a lie 'Cause the jury gonna judge me then the judge will give me time Yo, I don't wanna talk about no shootout on this block I poked him on Eastside, that's opposite this block My first ever crush lived on this block And up until now I always wonder if she's stacked or a nasty plot
@KR-nm2cv
3 ай бұрын
can u post the food for thought beat?
@user-rj7om9cv9k
Ай бұрын
I got the badness from my mom She Transferred all the anger to her son If not then badness just runs inside my blood Because I would rather grip a gun then settle with my tongue
@smithe380
Ай бұрын
Beat's cold !
@bigslimeog
Ай бұрын
My fav
@user-rj7om9cv9k
Ай бұрын
I got 2 gs that’s for certain ones Gucci the others one a person I inject man suttn that a nurse does I told a fien the buds from space but I brought it to the surface started screaming like I was playing with her cervix I’m from brum town where guns get used the most the roads is filled with mental illness checker square this ain’t vans transit it’s lv and my bag was made in Paris
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