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the best of my intellect

Flashback time when I ran by blocks
Had no choice but to think bad thoughts
Way back then when I called no shots
Now when they move

of you being selfish
So now you on my block list
I’m on to the next
And don’t forget your package
Cause those ain’t even my kids
I don’t need your calls

focused put me on a straight line
This ain't video games can't be appearing offline
New watch and now that's mine (Mine)
Gone in six seconds like a vine,

It all started when I was just about 11 years old
Put my mind in this music and everything on hold
From the block to the booth spitting nothing but

top and the body is tan
Spin the block and I do it again
Two Face they don't know where I been
Feet hurt... I ain't fucking wit Vans
Ops talking like

jus caught me a body
In her guts, left my kids in her lobby
Skrt off in that brand new Bugatti
Louis V hold the 40 on side me
Wait, Who want war wit us

custodian
For all of that hate by word of mouth
Say my migo and ain't none to swap it out
Put the cup on the scale while I'm on the couch
Fuck nigga tell me

time her nigga fumble, she gon dial a nigga number
Get food, get high, she gon' get laid
Hypnotized by my playa aroma
That's just Wedding Cake, and all

history
It's set aside for times like this
Heard around I touch up tastefully
And that's my fashion
Since I hit the party in something new then fade out

You lot who think it's okay
To walk around like a loaded gun
Looks like the new
Kid on the block
Has sought you out and you
Better run
You didn't see

at large, the new kid on the block
A chip to knock off, I've got bars by the barge
And I'll dock where I want, free of charge
Life's a cold hearted bitch that

front row
Ears as open as Dumbo's
"ENCORE, ENCORE"
Tweeting like 'that was a fun show!'
Months go, months go by
They wait for the new drop
They gone be

Pop It

Drag-On

Opposite of H2O

2000

dogs got 'em
Fuck it, for two minutes, let 'em play wit' a new pair
I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear
Pockets like a blimp; shit,

with the warm rice 
Flowing right since 09 no new friends just the old guys
Got gold belts and the off white 
On the brown kid sipping red stripe

off some boom bumpin da roots crew
Never do what they do cuz they doo doo
Daygo kid dey go big for the town sabotawjyostyle
Rock ya block have ya corner

destined to be that was my lesson feeling small as an insect is I flee setting new precedence with my exodus Prince of Egypt pilgrimage well dry desert shit

demonstrate
While I ventilate

I see a kid
Thinking bout crime
He only 9
And he loading a nine
His momma keep crying
They falling behind
And they could get put

thuggin I ain’t never scared, all these new rappers is very weird, ain’t impressed by the shit that they let me hear, I done bled for this shit I done shed

and stuff his goofy ass inside a suitcase
You too late
Yeah I’m here to murder y’all by any means 
Spit a 16 make and make ya jump up out them skinny jeans

on man ima throw out the pack, 
Travel the world wit’ my bros doing map, 
Dream hard cos’ the blocks getting, 
Sad uhhh, 
Dey alll want bands 
Dey watch

a Xerox machine
So let me rephrase (Yeah)
I’m not bloody Tiktok clown (Fuck that)
I’m one of the old kids from the block
That’s demolished by now
And you’re

let me slide in 



Roll a wood then I’m back to the grinding 



Cop a new chain my neck it be shining 



Hit the block in the Beamer I’m sliding

a massacre I'm feelin' like
These niggas ain't slick
Old nigga new bitch takin' notes from my pics
What the fuck she putting on
Nothin' it's bullshit
Really

giving all glory to
Christ homie for this new covenant
Uh
Let's take a step back for a minute
His mercy so great
I had to take a breath
Before I pivot