Lyrics:
I'm just trying to block the wind out here
So if you see my seed slipping remember it takes a village
Lord help me we got kids out here
It's a cold
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Banger! (Figg Side!)
Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
yo block)
Use to catch plays by the Fox (Use to catch plays by the)
Now we in the hotel Jamie Fox (Now we in the)
100 Rounds hanging off a chop
Yeah
QB (that show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas want to do man (nothing)
See Cease A Leo (huh)
I'm for the kids (right)
Sometimes we gotta
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
the girl she bringing herself
Yeah I be up on that center stage
Ain't nothing new to Moshate kid
I buss up on em for 4ok
That's starting price negotiating
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
"Bye, Mom, Bye, Spot, see you later"
1 Block, 2 Blocks, 3
My mom's still wavin' at me 4, 5, 6
The kids are all startin' to mix 7, 8, 9
I'm tryin'
the roose
Caught by the blocks now they shooting at schools ( Tu tu tu )
Been wayne to get P’s like bruce,
Just How T brought pains & Moves
Like Scofield
and gossip fake news
Ya I just wanna be a cool kid
(Cool kid)
Getting up with the other cool kids
But I'm different, but I'm different, but I'm different
But
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
my heart can't stop it
I find a way to block it, I go
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up
mean
I'm doin my thing, kid
(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?
I want the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(The hardcore, gimme
Nigga's they be tweakin yeh bitch you know I
Made the news if a nigga tripping imma
Might get the pipe and shoot him bro
Yeh you get it bro in
Since i was a kid i been that niggga
Pockets got fat But i want em bigger
Yo bm a thotty smashed in the sprinter
Touch one of mine I'll spazz on you
bout the kids that's out playing a shot now the mama and daddy Grieving
It really hurt when it's kids on the news when you wake up I wish I was still
my health
I got that bag, I did that by myself
I got a bag, I did that by myself
Yeah, yeah
Pull up on the block, I got a new Maybach
Shawty tryna give
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