Ayo, it bothers a ton
How the block full of fatherless sons huh?
See dad's love is minimal so thugs and criminals father they sons
Ladies scorned so babies born while they daughters is young
Look, he has no diploma and exceeds broke
So he sippin wit aroma of the weed smoke
And shorty no model
Her soul hallow
And a whole bottle of corona she can deep throat
Mans hustling - pocketing cash
They selling pills, coke, crack rock and the grass
Stick up dudes got a glock and a mask
Run up on you and make you give it up like you stopping a task
Damn, yeah, look what this land done
Grandma crying cuz she lost another grandson
It's like everyone got a handgun
Shoot, this game foul like a and one
GOD help us
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, let me walk you through his mind state
He the reason for the crime rate
Money on his Mind as he Taste the Chronic
And he Looking for Bills Wit Dead Prime Ministers Faces on It
Uh, Throwing Up the Set That he From, Yeah the Crew Straight
And Hate Expect It to Come Like a Due Date
He Got the New Tape
By the Dude Drake
If You Reading This It's Too Late
Knocking Energy
Lighting Up Woods He Don't Rock Wit Centuries
He taking Shots of Hennessy
He saying that his man switched up so He Not a Friend of Me
Gossip's a Disease but his glock the Remedy
It's Over When He Spot his Enemy
He'll Pull Out, Cock It and Pop It till His Top Like Kennedy
Blood on the Ground Mixed Wit Thoughts and Memories
Put him in a box Like a Hockey Penalty
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, nothing is pretty about the blocks in my city
Having memories of the glock that hit me
Try stretch me
Yeah, opps try to test me
But The LORD bless me
This is a land where they program man to draw quickly
Yeah, everybody starving so to eat they gon kill for it
Everybody hurting for every pain there's a pill for it
Round here money is messiah so they kneel for it
For some the act of murder gets them higher than a billboard
Talk bout the best, aim for the chest and above
They put you on a mission, you put in work and it's love
The moment you causing friction that's when they get you touched
I hope you listen, too many of us returning to the dust
It's a cycle it's always been a cycle
But now we give the cycles titles and make em our rivals
I watched dedicated killas still pray for survival
They live by the code of the streets in place of the bible
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Rahh rahh
Yeah
Thumpz416ix - My Block, My City (feat. Eshon Burgundy) Lyrics
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English
Ayo, it bothers a ton
How the block full of fatherless sons huh?
See dad's love is minimal so thugs and criminals father they sons
Ladies scorned so babies born while they daughters is young
Look, he has no diploma and exceeds broke
So he sippin wit aroma of the weed smoke
And shorty no model
Her soul hallow
And a whole bottle of corona she can deep throat
Mans hustling - pocketing cash
They selling pills, coke, crack rock and the grass
Stick up dudes got a glock and a mask
Run up on you and make you give it up like you stopping a task
Damn, yeah, look what this land done
Grandma crying cuz she lost another grandson
It's like everyone got a handgun
Shoot, this game foul like a and one
GOD help us
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, let me walk you through his mind state
He the reason for the crime rate
Money on his Mind as he Taste the Chronic
And he Looking for Bills Wit Dead Prime Ministers Faces on It
Uh, Throwing Up the Set That he From, Yeah the Crew Straight
And Hate Expect It to Come Like a Due Date
He Got the New Tape
By the Dude Drake
If You Reading This It's Too Late
Knocking Energy
Lighting Up Woods He Don't Rock Wit Centuries
He taking Shots of Hennessy
He saying that his man switched up so He Not a Friend of Me
Gossip's a Disease but his glock the Remedy
It's Over When He Spot his Enemy
He'll Pull Out, Cock It and Pop It till His Top Like Kennedy
Blood on the Ground Mixed Wit Thoughts and Memories
Put him in a box Like a Hockey Penalty
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, nothing is pretty about the blocks in my city
Having memories of the glock that hit me
Try stretch me
Yeah, opps try to test me
But The LORD bless me
This is a land where they program man to draw quickly
Yeah, everybody starving so to eat they gon kill for it
Everybody hurting for every pain there's a pill for it
Round here money is messiah so they kneel for it
For some the act of murder gets them higher than a billboard
Talk bout the best, aim for the chest and above
They put you on a mission, you put in work and it's love
The moment you causing friction that's when they get you touched
I hope you listen, too many of us returning to the dust
It's a cycle it's always been a cycle
But now we give the cycles titles and make em our rivals
I watched dedicated killas still pray for survival
They live by the code of the streets in place of the bible
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Rahh rahh
Yeah
How the block full of fatherless sons huh?
See dad's love is minimal so thugs and criminals father they sons
Ladies scorned so babies born while they daughters is young
Look, he has no diploma and exceeds broke
So he sippin wit aroma of the weed smoke
And shorty no model
Her soul hallow
And a whole bottle of corona she can deep throat
Mans hustling - pocketing cash
They selling pills, coke, crack rock and the grass
Stick up dudes got a glock and a mask
Run up on you and make you give it up like you stopping a task
Damn, yeah, look what this land done
Grandma crying cuz she lost another grandson
It's like everyone got a handgun
Shoot, this game foul like a and one
GOD help us
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, let me walk you through his mind state
He the reason for the crime rate
Money on his Mind as he Taste the Chronic
And he Looking for Bills Wit Dead Prime Ministers Faces on It
Uh, Throwing Up the Set That he From, Yeah the Crew Straight
And Hate Expect It to Come Like a Due Date
He Got the New Tape
By the Dude Drake
If You Reading This It's Too Late
Knocking Energy
Lighting Up Woods He Don't Rock Wit Centuries
He taking Shots of Hennessy
He saying that his man switched up so He Not a Friend of Me
Gossip's a Disease but his glock the Remedy
It's Over When He Spot his Enemy
He'll Pull Out, Cock It and Pop It till His Top Like Kennedy
Blood on the Ground Mixed Wit Thoughts and Memories
Put him in a box Like a Hockey Penalty
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Yo, nothing is pretty about the blocks in my city
Having memories of the glock that hit me
Try stretch me
Yeah, opps try to test me
But The LORD bless me
This is a land where they program man to draw quickly
Yeah, everybody starving so to eat they gon kill for it
Everybody hurting for every pain there's a pill for it
Round here money is messiah so they kneel for it
For some the act of murder gets them higher than a billboard
Talk bout the best, aim for the chest and above
They put you on a mission, you put in work and it's love
The moment you causing friction that's when they get you touched
I hope you listen, too many of us returning to the dust
It's a cycle it's always been a cycle
But now we give the cycles titles and make em our rivals
I watched dedicated killas still pray for survival
They live by the code of the streets in place of the bible
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah
They'll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh
This is what I see, yeah
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
On my block, in my city
Rahh rahh
Yeah
Writer: Anton Hairston, Jordan Thoms
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid