(Chorus)
I'm a block baby, born in the warzone
Had to tote steel ‘fore I ever had a smartphone
OG said “Lil bruh, keep ya mask on”
Now I’m up, but I still get my crash on
(Verse 1)
Trappin' out the crib, auntie cookin’ in the back
Unc got the work, but he always off crack
Shorty got the drop, told her send it through Snap
Now we lurkin’ with them switches in the hatchback
Money dirty, but the glock clean
Youngin’ got booked, now he 19
Fell in love with the blick like a dope fiend
Big drum, hang low like my gold piece
No job, but we work the streets
Trench talk, I don’t speak police
Slide up, all black like bleach
Turn a opp to a frame, no peace
(Chorus)
I'm a block baby, born in the warzone
Had to tote steel ‘fore I ever had a smartphone
OG said “Lil bruh, keep ya mask on”
Now I’m up, but I still get my crash on
(Verse 2)
Bent the corner, they ain’t make it to the porch
He was tweetin' on the ‘net, now he torch
Say it’s up? We gon' press, no remorse
Real ones don’t duck court, we duck force
Junkie hit the line, that’s a quick flip
Fiend askin’ “Is it raw?” That’s a big tip
Ain’t no pass, better tighten up ya chin strip
We been bangin’ since we ridin’ in a lift whip
(Outro – Spoken, aggressive tone)
I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this
We don't do no rap cap, we really ruin sh*t
From the sandbox to the chain gang
It’s the same pain, same game