[Verse 1]
Sun cookin’ the block
Mailbag cuttin’ my side
Christina pushin’ that cart
Same route, same tired sky
Here come Larry on the corner
Talk big like he run this strip
Crumbled paper in his fist
Yeah, he toss it, let it slip
Hit her arm, hits the ground
She stop short in the heat
Turn slow, eyes like fire
Middle of the broken street
“You think I’m some trash?”
Voice cut sharper than a blade
“You a grown-ass clown
Throwin’ junk on my pay?”
[Chorus]
Christina look him dead in the face
“You a piece of shit, Larry, say it to my name”
You don’t own this block, you just talk and spit
Throwin’ paper like a coward, straight piece of shit
Christina stand tall, bag strapped tight
“You don’t disrespect me on my route, all right?”
Crowd look on, they remember this
Christina call him out, “you a piece of shit”
[Verse 2]
He mumble, try to laugh
Front tough for his little crew
But his voice kinda crack
He ain’t know what she’d do
She step up in his space
Postal stripes, sweat on her brow
Point straight at his chest
“You the sorry one now”
“You don’t pay my rent
You don’t walk my miles
You don’t feel this sun
You don’t earn these smiles
You just throw from the curb
Like you king of this zip”
She brush off her sleeve
“Whole block know you a trip”
[Chorus]
Christina look him dead in the face
“You a piece of shit, Larry, say it to my name”
You don’t own this block, you just talk and spit
Throwin’ paper like a coward, straight piece of shit
Christina stand tall, bag strapped tight
“You don’t disrespect me on my route, all right?”
Crowd look on, they remember this
Christina call him out, “you a piece of shit”