In the hood I'm from, we all grind for that paper route If my block was a vault, I’d crack it open, take the loot out That's how I used to feel when I was younger and more wild They phoned me for the packs, but I was out there running miles Here's a chapter from my life, no fame, just chasing pay On bail for some real shit, hustling hard while praying I don't catch a case In the streets, it's never been an easy way I started stacking euros, making moves, hustling everyday I'm from the trap, but I spent most of my grind in one spot, making dough Outside, that's mostly where I set my goals Started off with packs, 'cause I never had a stack Used to consign, hustling hard to pay it back The block's just a short walk from where I chill So when the fiends hit me for some smoke, they know I keep it real Never ever lacking, you should know just what I'm packing still My stash in the blue, my cash in the red, my stacks, balancing the deal Money chasers, used to make them wait outside the trap, not the mall I ain't mixing all this grind with no stall All this shit I've seen, I promise you I could've wrote a book about it I'ma write a song without a hook about it I hit my first lick on this road My first fed chase in a whip was on this road The first time I made a stack was on this road The first time I let the team drive was on this road Two sticks in the ride, I've done that bare times But the first time I ever did was on this road From my window, I can see this road And this road can see me, I could've put this road on TV That weren't love, I always knew this road didn't need me But played a big part in my CV Cassie used to phone me four times a day, easy And each time she's coming with euros, so if she wants a free one She ain't gotta say please, I handed it to his face below his cheekbone That's probably why he hates me Took time off the block to get my P's up I can't be in the streets with no money for a heater I swear there was times I had no money for a pizza Had to make a change, my line bein' twenty-four, it's really how I made my name Started getting better gear, and that's when the paper came I'm back, in my hood, now I got my ride and they can see my phone ring Three days for my reup, two more and that's the whole thing I never had, two plaits, I had me a low trim With no sleep, fuck dreaming 'bout money, I'll just Wake up when they phone me, take a nap till they phone again The block's where shorty offered sex for a couple pebs I want money, I ain't stressed about getting in between her legs If Tony takes Michael's euros, he's gonna call me all depressed Like, "Help me out, and when I get paid, I'll give you all the rest" Yo, I got my first tattoo on this block I was underage but of age to stick to the G code I got the quote, "Only God can judge me," that's a lie 'Cause the jury gonna judge me then the judge will give me time Yo, I don't wanna talk about no shootout on this block I poked him on Eastside, that's opposite this block My first ever crush lived on this block And up until now I always wonder if she's stacked or a nasty plot
I got the badness from my mom She Transferred all the anger to her son If not then badness just runs inside my blood Because I would rather grip a gun then settle with my tongue
I got 2 gs that’s for certain ones Gucci the others one a person I inject man suttn that a nurse does I told a fien the buds from space but I brought it to the surface started screaming like I was playing with her cervix I’m from brum town where guns get used the most the roads is filled with mental illness checker square this ain’t vans transit it’s lv and my bag was made in Paris
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In the hood I'm from, we all grind for that paper route
If my block was a vault, I’d crack it open, take the loot out
That's how I used to feel when I was younger and more wild
They phoned me for the packs, but I was out there running miles
Here's a chapter from my life, no fame, just chasing pay
On bail for some real shit, hustling hard while praying I don't catch a case
In the streets, it's never been an easy way
I started stacking euros, making moves, hustling everyday
I'm from the trap, but I spent most of my grind in one spot, making dough
Outside, that's mostly where I set my goals
Started off with packs, 'cause I never had a stack
Used to consign, hustling hard to pay it back
The block's just a short walk from where I chill
So when the fiends hit me for some smoke, they know I keep it real
Never ever lacking, you should know just what I'm packing still
My stash in the blue, my cash in the red, my stacks, balancing the deal
Money chasers, used to make them wait outside the trap, not the mall
I ain't mixing all this grind with no stall
All this shit I've seen, I promise you I could've wrote a book about it
I'ma write a song without a hook about it
I hit my first lick on this road
My first fed chase in a whip was on this road
The first time I made a stack was on this road
The first time I let the team drive was on this road
Two sticks in the ride, I've done that bare times
But the first time I ever did was on this road
From my window, I can see this road
And this road can see me, I could've put this road on TV
That weren't love, I always knew this road didn't need me
But played a big part in my CV
Cassie used to phone me four times a day, easy
And each time she's coming with euros, so if she wants a free one
She ain't gotta say please, I handed it to his face below his cheekbone
That's probably why he hates me
Took time off the block to get my P's up
I can't be in the streets with no money for a heater
I swear there was times I had no money for a pizza
Had to make a change, my line bein' twenty-four, it's really how I made my name
Started getting better gear, and that's when the paper came
I'm back, in my hood, now I got my ride and they can see my phone ring
Three days for my reup, two more and that's the whole thing
I never had, two plaits, I had me a low trim
With no sleep, fuck dreaming 'bout money, I'll just
Wake up when they phone me, take a nap till they phone again
The block's where shorty offered sex for a couple pebs
I want money, I ain't stressed about getting in between her legs
If Tony takes Michael's euros, he's gonna call me all depressed
Like, "Help me out, and when I get paid, I'll give you all the rest"
Yo, I got my first tattoo on this block
I was underage but of age to stick to the G code
I got the quote, "Only God can judge me," that's a lie
'Cause the jury gonna judge me then the judge will give me time
Yo, I don't wanna talk about no shootout on this block
I poked him on Eastside, that's opposite this block
My first ever crush lived on this block
And up until now I always wonder if she's stacked or a nasty plot
can u post the food for thought beat?
I got the badness from my mom
She Transferred all the anger to her son
If not then badness just runs inside my blood
Because I would rather grip a gun then settle with my tongue
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I got 2 gs that’s for certain ones Gucci the others one a person I inject man suttn that a nurse does I told a fien the buds from space but I brought it to the surface started screaming like I was playing with her cervix I’m from brum town where guns get used the most the roads is filled with mental illness checker square this ain’t vans transit it’s lv and my bag was made in Paris
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Can you post the take you there beat