Whole Block Giggin

Lyrics

[Chorus: Z] I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go) I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go) [Verse 1: Z] I'm probably bopping to the beats I ain't been at the studio for weeks I quit hitting up they line and the quit sliding down my street Like a company I guess Cause homie I don't need a thing I put half these people on then I started sleeping on my scene I got a lot to learn, true But homie I done paid my dues We got the city swinging back and forth like they was nodding off that booze After all, that's what I choose I don't know how to keep my cool Hop in the booth like I'm on toxic [goof games?] Monster moves, I'm on dues (aye) But they never-mind of a better mind Working a body have to get my head in line I get better sounds on my better time And the blockers are out that's already fine Steady grind, I push every line And we're revving up like a Chevy sign Bet he fire with every line I put heavy time into petty finds [Bridge: Z] I maneuver for my family like Jason with the machetes Just gassing for the titles, Mario Andretti Hands off of my lighter till the Swisher Sweet is ready I'm on fire come and get me This smoke is getting heavy [Chorus: Z] I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go) I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go) [Verse 2: Z] Aye I don't listen, and they don't hear me They moving clearly I can read 'em so I'm weary Only kushing, they be woofing like they scary But I can't even take 'em serious I'm really living where they buried Jumping up out my rusty beater, I'm cleaver, I'm sharp They be walking around with a punks demeanor, I'm eager, I'm hard This Firey Squad, ain't nothing meet it They feeding the dark And many sick as coughing blood up Brought up a sea and this arc Spraying Spent most my days fucking my bitches, smoking Wanna yap, ignore 'em They ain't vibrate my focus [Bridge: Z] Got the safe open Stuffing poem, pass the dope and 5-0 all and family know to say that they ain't know it I was tired, don't even tie, call me if you don't hold it And everybody wants something You got it, then you control it It's yo hand, you could play that bitch out or fold it Just don't play that bitch out before your see her blowing [Chorus: Z] I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go) I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention) I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it) I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)