Block Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] Cooking shows [Verse 1] And I been grinding like a mo fucka Nigga dealing man they told me stay focused I been drinking like a mo fucka Way too much man I think I need a chauffeur Shoutout to ma main bitch I swear to God a nigga love her no joking I'm still the man bitch I been the man Even back then when a nigga was a dozer And some niggas just raw man So raw they don't even need coaching Some niggas just fake man They'll get a mill and they won't give they man a token Some niggas just lost man Forget bed I wake up smelling forgies Much love to ma mama man Yeah, for not getting that abortion Was the same chick I started with We still [?] We so hard that it's [?] But it's even harder staying sober What's the odds of a young black boy like me Tryna make it out the project But boy shine like a rolex Tell em hatin niggas kill they self with a rope yeah They pull me over with the same question Every Time where the guns where the dope at Fresh nigga yeah to death Make a lil homie count new cash in a throwback Yeah been shot twice but a nigga shot four back I bought a two and a nigga got a full bag With that black tucked tryna dodge the cop Car pulled up on ma nigga with a dope sack But I'm holding it down for ma city I never get caught in my feelings Shawty she say I'm the realest She tattooed my name on her titties The shit that I spit be so vicious No nike keys but they'll pick it Rolling round on twenty inches I rather the sky be my ceiling [Verse 2] Uh bag is on I'm writing poems I'm still tryna leave the trap alone Stayed up for my dog he never made it home We live by the gun a nigga never rape It's on I'm a psychic bitch Never had to read ma palm I keep a strap Never could I leave it home I keep a bitch She don't even like a thong I'm cooking beats I need me an apron on I left ma dog on the thirty first Now I ride round with Roddy on thirty first Whole year halloween down in new orleans We masked up strapped up like the thirty first Fast life ma day's like Michael nights Ain't nothing sweet but my bitch she's like mike in nights I'm grinding bitch think I might fly tonight Killer game slow leak ima need a knife Ima need a bitch she gone have to die Probably roll off a peel and a half tonight I'm yelling fuck you thoughts you don't have to like Man these other lil niggas ain't half as nice Need a pound for my paper like whiz Whether streets or the side handle biz Shout to Rod make you know what it is Told her bag up she said what it is About what that is [Hook] I been planning and plotting and scheming lately Who the fuck don't want to see me make it On my grind why these niggas faking On my grind why these niggas faking But for God he won't let these niggas take it I been working too hard I been planning and plotting and scheming lately I been planning and plotting and scheming lately Who the fuck don't want to see me make it Who the fuck don't want to see me make it On my grind why these niggas faking On my grind why these niggas faking But for God he won't let these niggas take it I done work too hard I been planning and plotting and scheming lately I been planning and plotting and scheming lately Who the fuck don't want to see me make it Who the fuck don't want to see me make it On my grind why these niggas faking On my grind why these niggas faking But for God he won't let these niggas take it I done work too hard I been planning and plotting and scheming lately I been planning and plotting and scheming lately Who the fuck don't want to see me make it Who the fuck don't want to see me make it On my grind why these niggas faking On my grind why these niggas faking But for God he won't let these niggas take it