Backblock Sermons

Skrrt off

Backblock sermons

Whole block burnin'

(Yeah)

Fast life, talk quick

Half brick in a Jansport, walk slick

Shorty got a pole in the stroller

Lil man reach wrong, that’s a coffin in order

Phone ring, that’s pressure

Whole zip flip once, that’s extra

I was in a trap house, air so thick

You could write my name on the vent with your fist

Big homie said "slide then"

Mask down, same block we was raised in

I was just a kid on the corner with a juice

Now I’m countin’ ten bands where they lit the candles for the troops

Heart cold, I ain’t blink since

Mama say pray, but the safe need cents

Hit the backdoor, hoodie up, no pics

I ain’t tryna be a mural on the bricks

I came from the backblocks, backblocks

Where it’s gunshots, padlocks

Whole hood on the same watch

Tick tick, time stop when the van stop (skrrt)

Fast rap, but the past still slow

Every name on a tee, that’s a halo

I don’t ever talk on a payphone

I just spin, double back, then I lay low

I came from the backblocks, backblocks

Turn pain into payroll, mad props

If you ain’t from here, better stay gone

‘Fore we turn your GPS into gravestones

Talk tough, get your jaw wired

I done seen real kings turn small-time

I done seen small fries turn big dogs

Off one wrong lick in a brick loft

Two phones, one ring for the re-up

One ring, that’s court day, feet up

Judge tryna read me my life like a script

But they never seen the sirens on my side of the ditch

Shorty thirteen with a big frame

Whole clip hang like a keychain

He ain’t tryna hoop, he just need aim

Cuz the opps down the street know his big name

I don’t ever sleep, just doze off

In the back of a car with the roof off

Thinkin’ ‘bout the homies that ain’t breathe right

Now my tears dry hard like street ice

I came from the backblocks, backblocks

Where it’s gunshots, padlocks

Whole hood on the same watch

Tick tick, time stop when the van stop (yeah)

Fast rap, but the past still slow

Every name on a tee, that’s a halo

I don’t ever talk on a payphone

I just spin, double back, then I lay low

I came from the backblocks, backblocks

Turn pain into payroll, mad props

If you ain’t from here, better stay gone

‘Fore we turn your GPS into gravestones

Head down when the siren sing (woo)

Bread up but I’m buyin’ wings

Whole menu full of fallen kings

This my life, not a viral thing

I came from the backblocks, backblocks

Where it’s gunshots, padlocks

Whole hood on the same watch

Tick tick, time stop when the van stop

Fast rap, but the past still slow

Every name on a tee, that’s a halo

I don’t ever talk on a payphone

I just spin, double back, then I lay low