My Block

Careful where I'm from bruh

Shit

I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn

Cooper

13th building, seven story high

But oh boy, do they let it fly

And there we have it

I memeber the first time I gave someone a buck fifty

And they blood hit me

I was drunk pissy screaming, "Boy, don't fuck wit' me"

A buck sixty wet, 5'7 but a threat

My boo stepped in them 54.11's through the 'jects

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wondered who I left outside that might've got shot

We smoked L's in the stairs, sipped Cisco with thots

The best head was on the roof, that was top notch top

My glock cocked, bubble goose, I moved red tops

Nickels five dollars a pop, five for twenty they copped

Like clockwork, I'd cop work and get Kenny to chef it

RIP to the best coke cook, he a legend

Half a G of E&J, a big bag of Frito Lay

Me no play this jump off my hip you DOA

See yo way through the Peez if you ain't from my hood

Asking for a building number ain't good

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wondered who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wondered who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wondered who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wondered who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah that's us

Chillin' front of the building. made a killing drug dealing

But we don't bust traps in front of children

Or old folk, we grown folk villains

Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million

I don't wanna be civilian, too spoiled for a 9-5

Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood can idolize

I'm 'bout to buy the 5, bring it to my guy and get the stock rims revitalized

Pop up out the car wash like surprise

I buy pies, divide 'em wit' my team watching cable

Only time it's ever squares in my circle's at the table

Adam a little water, that Eve I hit the block

Long as I got that Cain, I'm able to flip the rock

I swear to God I'll finger fuck this forty-orty like we in a orgy

And have these bullets shaking up whoever comin' for me

Sexy thug talk from a G that pulls strings

Like them old school four finger joints my name ring

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah, yeah

Real easy, real careful

Walk lightly through my hood

Word up