Block Tales

I came up from the block where the cold don’t end,
Lost bros, lost hope, lost close old friends.
I ain’t never had peace, I just hold my pen,
Tryna’ write out all the pain I ain’t told no men.
I was outside tryna’ ride when the nights got tense,
Heart froze, mind numb behind all that fence.
If I ever said I love you then I meant that sentence,
But don’t play with my name, I protect that vengeance.

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(Verse 1)
Cold nights, big sweats, with the heat on tuck,
Seen fear in his eyes, he ain’t mean no luck.
I done prayed for a win but I bleed too much,
Street tales in my soul, it’s a deep-root trust.
Grew up broke, now my shirt got a clean-cut touch,
But the trauma in my mind still scream too much.
Lot of opps wanna see me on a t-shirt crust,
But I move too sharp, they can’t read my cuts.

I was posted on the Ave with the fiends and sins,
No sleep, long nights, tryna’ feed my kin.
Heart black, but I swear I’m tryna’ breathe again,
’Cause the streets took half, I can’t leave no win.
Paranoid, every corner got a demon grin,
But I’m Noble with the grind, I compete to win.
G-Fredo type focus, I don’t dream no trends—
I just level up again, put the pain in the pen.

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(Hook)
I came up from the block where the cold don’t end,
Lost bros, lost hope, lost close old friends.
I ain’t never had peace, I just hold my pen,
Tryna’ write out all the pain I ain’t told no men.
I was outside tryna’ ride when the nights got tense,
Heart froze, mind numb behind all that fence.
If I ever said I love you then I meant that sentence,
But don’t play with my name, I protect that vengeance.

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(Verse 2)
Real talk, I ain’t never need nobody for a voice,
Made a choice, stay solid or you die with the noise.
Seen boys turn rats, seen kings destroyed,
Seen a momma cry blood for her child she lost.
Ain’t no love in the block, just the lines we cross,
Every blessing came late, every sign got cost.
So I keep my head high, but my mind still tossed,
Tryna’ make it out alive, but my time feels paused.

Got goals, but the pain still pull me like quicksand,
Tryna’ grow, but the past keep tellin’ me “sit, man.”
But I’m up—no breaks, no quits, no wristbands.
I’m the voice from the hood that they couldn’t ever withstand.
If you feel how I feel, you ain’t never gon’ quit—
You just pray for your fam and you grind for the wins.
G-Fredo in my tone, you can vibe with the grit,
But the story is my own, and I die for the script.

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(Hook – Outro)
I came up from the block where the cold don’t end,
Lost bros, lost hope, lost close old friends.
I ain’t never had peace, I just hold my pen,
Tryna’ write out all the pain I ain’t told no men.
If I ever said I love you then I meant that sentence—
Say my name wrong once and you test that vengeance.

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