Block Work (skit the devil whispers)

[Intro]
Yeah (It's for my people that come from the struggles)
(They been ten toes down so long)
(It's nowhere else to go but up)
(And this for you, listen)

[Chorus]
We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost (I'm outta here)
Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes
We do the most, shit we do the most
Hopped up out the Bentley, jumped up in the Ghost
Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast

[Verse 1]
Them diamonds in them Cartiers be doin' the most
Gucci bucket hat with the Gucci loafs
Yeah, they want a flick, they get to pick a post
My neck is sick like I got a cold
Yeah, we came up when we drove down them bumpy roads
Lord knows, we done made it through them highs and lows
In the kitchen cheffin' O's, disturbin' a piece throwin' bows
In a vacant buildin' nothin' workin' but the stove
Ben Franklins, rubber band sandwich, bags in my fuckin' pole
Man, I put that on my fuckin' soul
Yo, listen

[Chorus]
We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost
Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes
We do the most, shit we do the most
Hopped up out the Bentley, jumped up in the Ghost
Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast (Yeah, let's toast, my nigga)

[Verse 2]
Creme de la creme, Burberry brim
Angels with broken wings, yeah, we soaked in sin
Dreams of a kingpin, only hope for them
Yeah, we did our thing-thing when that dope came in
Childhood friends fell out, never spoke again
Man, that nigga just was broke, now he up a M
Learn to take them L's if you gon' be built to win
He got lined up by his man so he killed his friend
Man, it's cold in this game that we chillin' in
When it's ice in your veins, ain't no feelings in
When you rollin' in that Range countin' Benjamins
They don't understand the pain that we dealin' with
So we pop champagne and we spillin' it
Now my whole campaign movin' militant (Militant)
Pirates

[Interlude]
Yeah

[Chorus]
We raise glasses and toast, get big bags and we ghost
Drive Bentleys and Jags, dirty day tax with no notes
We do the most, shit we do the most
Hopped up out the hooptie, jumped up in the Ghost
Pop a bottle, glasses in the air, let's have a toast
Cheer

[Skit: the devil whispers]
Feeling's like the Devil just comes out like and then just sit on your shoulder
The Devil comes up and sit on your shoulder
Then the gun, the Devil's like pointin'
Point it to where he wants you to shoot at
And that's where you just, just put the gun in
The Devil's just tellin' you to pull the trigger, pull it
He just "Blow-blow"
It's just, man, it's, it's you cry about it afterwards 'cause you realize what you've done
But then afterwards all you can do is just continue livin' life and hope it don't happen to you