from the block freestyle - teeway lyrics
[intro]
(yo, lucas, you heard?)
(hargo production)
(sebz beats, baby)
[verse]
‘019, six in the four, but we give them five, are you gettin’ the gist?
g with the beam, trident team, pump in the door ‘cah i take these risks
two chest shots at the maze, is he p*ssed?
man slapped by carb and a flake o’ whisk
f*ck champ fights, corn on me, but rambo knives when i break this bisc’
grown men lie, don’t tweak for the beats
voice of the road, man speak to the streets
on the real side, n*ggas brokе as f*ck
in the jailhouse, man tweak for bariis
free lil’ j, hе kept leakin’ them neeks
free m10, he kept leakin’ the neeks
six hundred, it’s on fleek by the beach, that’s bicarb whips so they’re used to my reach
one got took, man pull up and take one of them man, nothin’ man say could amends
fat four corn, won’t wake up again
one phone call, call bae for the ten
cook cocaine, i put rays in a ten, drink crack like lil’ j shavin’ your men
opps too broke, so you’re facin’ a bend
chest shot gang, he ain’t ravin’ again
my brownin’ light, but the crack in tissue, but it’s like that ‘cah i meant it to dry
drug unit at the front and backdoor, class a pack with intent to supply
me, m10 caught my man again, he weren’t no badman, man left him to die
interview room, cid, no comment then, i ain’t meant to reply
four been burst, so we don’t say a word
main road drills all over the curb
how can i push that knife through the nerd?
free lil’ t, he got life and a bird
one in the head, turn man into weed
they said they poked him, but he did not bleed
five fig’ loss, took that for the cause, but sh*t, that’s stress that i did not need
n*ggas don’t ride, but they’re ready to snap
they ain’t even got no readies for waps
get that drop, know what’s good, we don’t play that sh*t, man belly the gaff
bad b bad, want henny to braff
had scouse inside with a tennis and mash
free 23, f*ck that ride insurance claim, man’s ready to crash
[outro]
grown men lie, don’t tweak for the beats
voice of the road, man speak to the streets
on the real side, n*ggas broke as f*ck
in the jailhouse, man tweak for bariis
free lil’ j, he kept leakin’ them neeks
free m10, he kept leakin’ the neeks
six hundred, it’s on fleek by the beach, that’s bicarb whips so they’re used to my reach
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