Blocka

I ain't nuttin' like them
Them man frauds, could never be friends
Sideman ain't been around them
Talk is cheap, get the spinner out then
Still skid out from feds
They want man locked, sat down in the pen
For sounding a skeng, I squeeze that whopper
Beef in the streets, get seasoned proper
Won't see man pop up, I'm in then out
Grub in the trap then I'm in that house
Front room's calm till I flip that couch
You got mad bread, spit that out
Cough my bread up, free up the gwop
We love the bando she loves the rock
Thieving thots, stealing prof
Like they think I'm dumb, I'm beating them up
That's cool with me, still greasing it up
G lean on man with the pump
I woulda done a "We Run The Block" if I weren't in cuffs, locked up on a eediat charge
Bonkaz
Like, like
What's all the nonsense
I don't deal with imposters
Time is money now watch this
That's my brudda don't watch him
Cah it can get smokey in public
Put that all on the cooker
Free AM free Mukhtar
Free Loso free Osman
And I can see man hatin'
Talk about Reekz all the time
Talk about me, I don't know what your name is
Don't make me get hype on the road
All black toes will step on the pavement
I call M, link T then S
Tell 'em I'm vex then everyone's raging
We in all black down to the trainers
P soon home, from 012, I hope that he stays outta jail aswell
Cos the money must rise, Ps must make
We all got plans bigger than the estate
Fuck your hood, fuck your block
Man going like man ain't never been there
I had rice, fried chicken and drink there
Used to keep things on things on things there
I'm bad to the bone, to the bone I'm bad, I'll step on a man's toes when I see fit
Man wanna act up till I see them
Imma slap man backwards when I see them
I'm real to the post just like Seamen
I been getting guwop in the hood
Man get mopped and got in the hood
For the chain that you got don't floss in the hood
All black like a panther
Been had toys like Santa
And I still roll deep with my darg
Just like Dennis and Gnasher
I'm just tryna make things happen
I'm just tryna make things pattern
Broski got weight each side of the whip I just hope that he keep it balanced
Don't be shook, please don't panic
Reekz MB lowkey with the cannon
Don't say scrammers, I say scrammers
Get that Crystal clear like Palace
I put a spanner in the works and spun it
Trynna be rich and hard, drummin'
I'm done with these dumb little youngens
Better tone shit down with the ruckus
Got me like fuck it, fuck this shit
Might just beat man down with a stick
Pumpy, pump man out of the kicks
Soon free real G's out of the bin