can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy,
can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy,
Young heart wit an old soul,
Eternally clashing wit old foes,
Respect for youth and old folks,
Just new Box no old hoes,
We can Snapchat on the low tho,
But I’m screenshotting your photos,
Only Bad Bitches in my archives,
Separate legs like apartheid,
I’m the trippy one got my dawgs high,
State to state is how I cross lines,
Wit hooligans throwing gang signs,
Blick tucked By the hang time,
Bag ya Bitch just off the dick print,
Her eyes locked in made me pitch tent,
Spend my time high I’m Big Ben,
Slicker than Rick how I slip the Blick in.
can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy,
can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy,
Bum niggas I laugh at,
Two Bricks in my Backpack,
Big Blick where my waist at,
In living color I don’t play dat,
Yeah I meant it if I said that,
Put a Bag up where his head at,
By the morning niggas dead that,
And By the evening make that Bread Back,
chase Big Bags wit riff raffs,
Some owe me and send you gift wrapped,
Time is money no chit chat,
What you need prolly pitch that,
Dressed down wit Big racks,
Meet up in parks when it’s pitch Black,
I know Bad Bitches that sniff that,
When I was young and dumb I would hit that.
can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy, can’t walk wit me nor talk wit me,
Unless you’re spending guap wit me,
Ride for those spun Blocks wit me,
Had a Big heart and shit got iffy,
Block hotter than a Blowtorch,
Smoove I don’t do no courts,
Go HAM But eat no pork,
Payed to drop on your porch,
In the streets make deliveries,
Now all my haters is sick of me,
Driving past and I’m driving fast,
Music Blast while I smoking gas,
Laughed then well I’m laughing last,
At peace wit my crooked past,
Good to smash when we took a tab,
But got too wavy so I took a cab,
Love humble queens wit Kool vibes,
Rejecting ones that run thru guys,
Those two eyes the truth lies,
Oath of silence no Blue lives,
No such thing as too high,
I’m a dog wit it no lupine,
Lone wolf when I do crimes,
Doing my Best not to do time,
Because in the Box I lost my mind,
And that goes for every kind,
All Behind ignoring all the signs,
Until I chose to draw the line,
Got a Big heart But it froze over,
carry the pain of four soldiers,
Shits spooky call Molder,
Skully on I’m a glock holder,
Deaths the reason I am not sober,
For lost ones I gotta pour up,
Zah’s the reason I got a odor,
Back to Back is how to roll up
Neighborhood_20nny
