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Back Blockz
Young ni*** jookin on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin' threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it
I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it
We don't hold grudges, they just shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it"
Say the wrong name and now he goin' on a killin' spree
Get it playin' cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me
I got 'em creepin' wit' these murderer intentions
Your hood is full of pu***, I be on it when the shift end
I'm close to the edge so why you guys pushin'?
Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tookin'
They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach
Droppin' the audacity of hope is what the hood wanted
Tryna figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the [?], homie, if it's stressin' you
We lampin' in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through
It's family, ni***,
Just when you thought you had the answers, we changed the fuckin' question
Young ni*** jookin on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
I'm writin' scriptures but they'll never quote it
I'll always tuckin' for any ni*** who say he want it
A moment, 'cause my father never claimed a fool
A full breed in a pit of bulls
We ain't got shit to prove
I know some niggas who can't read but they can stitch a
I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules
My uncle Carl told me stick and move
It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
Got these niggas tuckin' they chains like I was Debo
Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though
On the set I'm sendin' 'em slugs to free my Migos
This back block deserted like Baghdad
I'll be damned if they flash cash
Reps comin' equipped wit' a gas mask
[?] a killer but don't push me and cash rules
I'm outta my mind, play...