On The Block

(Come to the block and make the papers) (Come to the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (Kids hustle on the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (My theme is all about making the green) (This style of mine is well-defined) (Kids hustle on the block) Okay, we got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the dutch Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape though Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December When I'm finished make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga We collect bones where blood is drawn, and slugs is blown Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on (Come to the block and make the papers) (Come to the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (Kids hustle on the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (My theme is all about making the green) (This style of mine is well-defined) (Kids hustle on the block) Uh, okay Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors (Ain't no flavors) We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers too They ain't know their fathers (fathers) They were born to strangers (strangers) We were raised by VR Troopers (troopers) Wishbone and Power Rangers (ay) Aye, yeah, we confronted the danger (ay) We never did fear the outcome (naw) Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one (Never leave home) Invested in quarters, and Marvel vs CAPCOM See my nigga turn Megaman (Megaman) Since eleven never seen no coat without a firearm In his palm, you would think they connected, woah We was broke on a mission for the chose Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach Bitches swallow dick and sang on Sunday Oh but this ain't noble We were suckers though We tried to make a wife out of them hoes Stuck in the middle of Bernie and Tom step up in a black Jeep Lowest totem on the pecking order All the pretty hoes wanted athletes Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad bitches with the fat cheeks That made us wait on the same pussy That got ran through like a track meet (Come to the block and make the papers) (Come to the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (Kids hustle on the block) (Come to the block and make the papers) (My theme is all about making the green) (This style of mine is well-defined) (Kids hustle on the block) Young niggas get on they 'Gram And gotta start talkin' all silly and shit Talkin' 'bout runnin' my city and shit All this ol' gun hostility shit, artillery shit All this ol' menacin', killin' me shit Reminiscin' about prison, ain't really this shit But got caught stealin' and shit Sittin' in a van with killers and shit Pistol in hand, dumbdumbs in my lap, ventriloquist shit I Proof, I Blade, and Dilla this shit I prove I'm great at flippin' this shit And building this shit, they ain't giving a shit Damn illegit shit