Block Work (skit the devil whispers)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (It's for my people that come from the struggles) (They been ten toes down so long) (It's nowhere else to go but up) (And this for you, listen) [Chorus] We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost (I'm outta here) Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes We do the most, shit we do the most Hopped up out the Bentley, jumped up in the Ghost Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast [Verse 1] Them diamonds in them Cartiers be doin' the most Gucci bucket hat with the Gucci loafs Yeah, they want a flick, they get to pick a post My neck is sick like I got a cold Yeah, we came up when we drove down them bumpy roads Lord knows, we done made it through them highs and lows In the kitchen cheffin' O's, disturbin' a piece throwin' bows In a vacant buildin' nothin' workin' but the stove Ben Franklins, rubber band sandwich, bags in my fuckin' pole Man, I put that on my fuckin' soul Yo, listen [Chorus] We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes We do the most, shit we do the most Hopped up out the Bentley, jumped up in the Ghost Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast (Yeah, let's toast, my nigga) [Verse 2] Creme de la creme, Burberry brim Angels with broken wings, yeah, we soaked in sin Dreams of a kingpin, only hope for them Yeah, we did our thing-thing when that dope came in Childhood friends fell out, never spoke again Man, that nigga just was broke, now he up a M Learn to take them L's if you gon' be built to win He got lined up by his man so he killed his friend Man, it's cold in this game that we chillin' in When it's ice in your veins, ain't no feelings in When you rollin' in that Range countin' Benjamins They don't understand the pain that we dealin' with So we pop champagne and we spillin' it Now my whole campaign movin' militant (Militant) Pirates [Interlude] Yeah [Chorus] We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes We do the most, shit we do the most Hopped up out the hooptie, jumped up in the Ghost Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast Cheer [Skit: the devil whispers] Feeling's like the Devil just comes out like and then just sit on your shoulder The Devil comes up and sit on your shoulder Then the gun, the Devil's like pointin' Point it to where he wants you to shoot at And that's where you just, just put the gun in The Devil's just tellin' you to pull the trigger, pull it He just "Blow-blow" It's just, man, it's, it's you cry about it afterwards 'cause you realize what you've done But then afterwards all you can do is just continue livin' life and hope it don't happen to you