So I’m coming down the strip with the saggin in my limp
Checking them niggas on the block ’cause I’m tryin to stack my grip
Dollar signs find me like the motherf*cking owner,
Caught a couple niggas checking dice on the corner,
Crapped up quick with my young nigga next up,
The bank close shop and made them niggas get the vex,
Post it on the block selling dubs,
Smoking my lungs out, tryin to get a buss,
Deep to the bricks, to come up on a pistol,
Know we’re riding dirty but them niggas playin’ vow,
Time to run down since a nigga wanna talk,
Now they send the shops and they witness to see the body drop
Gotta keep my grip in case a nigga wanna play,
Won’t be me sleeping, brought day catch a straight
Ain’t got no time for no locker no buster
If a nigga run the best believer, I’ma bust you,
And I’m still hangin’ with the same niggas round me,
And I’m founded ’bout the founding empires hey round,
Bitch I’m lame game for my nigga serve bound,
Niggas drop her name so my niggas lamed down
From the town of the mother*cking phone
What you want my niggas from the south
Came in to regulate, niggas know they better hate
F*ck that nigga smoke a sack and I pour an 8, now I’m leanin’
Dirty sprite, I got me feanin’, can’t do with the crew
Now I’m on the proof, know how I do nigga, know I’m from before
Can’t knock the hustle all my niggas from the blow.
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The Block
NeLL
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