“Built From the Block”

Ayy, look...

No love, no sleep, no peace in the street,

Had to rise from the dirt just to stand on my feet.

Now I move like a king with a blade in the beat,

They was prayin' I fall — now they prayin’ for me.

(Hook – x2)

Came up from the block, had to hustle through the night,

Seen the reaper in the smoke, I ain't scared to fight.

No handouts, nah, I had to earn my stripes,

Now the trap in my soul and the game in my sights.

(Verse 1)

Runnin’ through the city with a .9 in the pouch,

Talk loud, get silenced — we don’t talk in the south.

I was broke in the kitchen with the roaches and doubt,

Now it’s bands in the safe, I got racks in the couch.

Grew up with the villains, now I ball with precision,

Tryna stack up to the ceiling, I ain't ask for no permission.

Every scar on my name came with pain and a vision,

I was deep in the mud, now I'm clean with ambition.

They ain't real — just cap, just noise, just tweets,

I was real with the code way before these beats.

I been duckin’ the law, I been chasin’ the feast,

Now I’m feastin’ on tracks like I’m starved off the leash.

(Hook – x2)

Came up from the block, had to hustle through the night,

Seen the reaper in the smoke, I ain't scared to fight.

No handouts, nah, I had to earn my stripes,

Now the trap in my soul and the game in my sights.

(Verse 2)

Hard times turn a boy to a beast,

Now I drip in the dark like a ghost in the east.

If they hate, let 'em talk, I just cook with the grease,

Had to grind through the pain just to taste this feast.

I was raised where the sirens never sleep at night,

Where your day ones turn on you for a cheap lil’ price.

Keep my circle real tight, like the beam on sight,

Now my life on ten and my dreams in flight.

Big body foreign with the matte black tint,

Whole hood watchin’ every dollar I spent.

They ain’t see the days I was broke and bent,

Now I speak for the real, every bar I vent.

(Bridge)

I don’t flex for the 'Gram, I just flex in the war,

Every L that I took put some blood on the floor.

Now the same ones laughin' tryna knock at the door,

But I built from the block — I don’t fold, I score.

(Final Hook – x2)

Came up from the block, had to hustle through the night,

Seen the reaper in the smoke, I ain't scared to fight.

No handouts, nah, I had to earn my stripes,

Now the trap in my soul and the game in my sights.

(Outro)

Yeah...

This that pain from the bottom turned ice on the neck,

This that trap beat talkin’, better show some respect.

I ain’t here for the fame, I just came for the check,

And to show every youngin’ how to die for respect.