Block Drilling

I’m living day-to-day trapped in the same pattern. I keep repeating the same sequence. I’m trapped in the same pattern calm when I hear a beat but i carry the heat cause am tense. It’s ironic how death is the only thing in life that makes sense. That’s why I stay on the move with a crew of chosen few watching all those approaching

At one point cause of snitching I was facing eight with a 85 and all size ATF closed in.

I beat the case, but I still felt then I was destined for the pen rapping with Negas till I’m sick, spitting more bars than biggie had tits. Controlling the shit. Man I’m in tune with the times. I ain’t a label like deaf jam, but on the block i got about a label signed. Keeping my game neat moving a couple thousand grams a week transporting about 20 quarts a leak. Ready war like Saddam am stock piling the heat. Got a fetish for guns in fact I like the sound of shells hitting my feet. So when am hot your better off riding pass sunk in the seat. Cause my rounds will penetrate through ya armor. Weather you in a coupe, sedan, or jeep leave you in trauma. See I spit that live footage the type they recorded on tape.

I’m living day-to-day trapped in the same pattern. I keep repeating the same sequence. I’m trapped in the same pattern calm when I hear a beat but i carry the heat cause am tense. It’s ironic how death is the only thing in life that makes sense. That’s why I stay on the move with a crew of chosen few watching all those approaching

Since a youth I sold that work they labeled as weight. Move in and out of state at a fast rate with my foot on the clutch. Been in the game way before negas switched from Phillies to Dutch. In you my world if you a rat you get cut and duct taped up. See when caught words you dear not utter. Slice you from ear to ear with a knife sharp enough to cut through teflon butter. Don’t be a sucker, don’t be silly. You don’t want war with A K’s and switched millie‘s. So just keep it positive and keep my money moving right or instead of roaches I’ll be the one in your crib when you turn on the lights. Ready dissect ya ribs. Put one in ya check and strangle the baby with the bib. That’s how it is. I live with neggas talking shit til it get dropped last time I came to words in the club, 3 neggas got shot. Am not the one to crack under pressure am the one to pop. I preform military opps repelling from walls like missed fired shots out of Glocks .

I’m living day-to-day trapped in the same pattern. I keep repeating the same sequence. I’m trapped in the same pattern calm when I hear a beat but i carry the heat cause am tense. It’s ironic how death is the only thing in life that makes sense. That’s why I stay on the move with a crew of chosen few watching all those approaching