8th Block

Lyrics

[Intro] M8V3N, M8V3N gang Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Shooter gang gang gang gang M8V3N, M8V3N gang Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Great John on the beat by the way Shooter gang gang gang gang Look [Verse 1] I done been through the struggle I see how they talk, why they lie in their music? And I been through the system There's no way to beat it It's cough up that bread or you losin' Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin' 'Cause they'll be the one time you snoozin' Never get comfy, just stick it and move it Live and you learn what I'm talkin' bout Nigga triple your bands Bet that money gon' be there before you go stretchin' your hand Depend on your bands Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends Depend on no man Never switch on your mans or tell on your mans no matter the situation Couple hundreds in hand, I stretch it instead to flex like shit was lit I was broke, they ain't give me shit In my class, remember how they'd laugh (Woo) With the gang jokin' in the back But school weren't for me I was skippin' on [Chorus] Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo) On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call They knew my name way before I knew 'em Haters gone hate, hope I run into 'em On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call [Verse 2] Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me No homo, the gang make it clap for me Don't come or get left in the past for free I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch She spittin' all nastily (Woo) I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch She been doin' me nastily Lately been holdin' my anger in I just been holdin' my anger in Flex when you see me, huh, flex when you see me (Woo) I'm catching a man again They want me locked up in a pen again, huh Stuck in a pen again, they plottin' on me all the way to the end (Woo) I ride for my brothers 'til you see the endin' of me [Chorus] Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw (Woo) On that 8th block niggas risked it all it was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo) On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call [Outro] It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call