Blok Talk
I was broke but my clip was a comma
It wont nothing to get to the commas
Dog I'm talkin your life in my palm
I'm talkin I need every dollar
In the trap with the onions and sour
But that powder what gave me the power
Gold digger you digging my gold
No CDL moving truck loads
No J O B dats just over broke
No pussy bae I just want the throat
I was duckin them F E D members
I was locked up with D O C number
And my pistol had scratched off serial numbers
I'm thuggin with serial killers
I'm slanging with dope dealers
No I can't be no broke nigga
Got the eye of the tiger no frosted flakes
I can tell he ain't my bud that nigga shake
He don't know but I got him a cake baked
Small time nigga cant even make weight
If I step on a scale I'm a thousand eight
4 48 call that a pound cake
Don't give me no pound no hand shake
4 pound flip a nigga like pancake
Point the gun cross my arm so I can shoot straight
Round here we don't fuck with no joker face
Jail house rules I'm riding with my ace
Bad bitch everything up to date
But I spoil her expiration date
Why the streets so infested with hate
Shit why they put us all in Section 8
Banana clip watch a nigga go ape shit
Throwing rocks at the penitentiary hiding my fist
Tryna get rich just minding my business
Blok Surgery mask on dat mean business
Blok surgery mask on up in the kitchen
Blok surgery mask if I gotta pay a visit
A nurse or doc they don't know who did it
If the brick come solid them Im rockin wit it
If I don't know nothing else I know how to get it
It wont nothing to get to the commas
Dog I'm talkin your life in my palm
I'm talkin I need every dollar
In the trap with the onions and sour
But that powder what gave me the power
Gold digger you digging my gold
No CDL moving truck loads
No J O B dats just over broke
No pussy bae I just want the throat
I was duckin them F E D members
I was locked up with D O C number
And my pistol had scratched off serial numbers
I'm thuggin with serial killers
I'm slanging with dope dealers
No I can't be no broke nigga
Got the eye of the tiger no frosted flakes
I can tell he ain't my bud that nigga shake
He don't know but I got him a cake baked
Small time nigga cant even make weight
If I step on a scale I'm a thousand eight
4 48 call that a pound cake
Don't give me no pound no hand shake
4 pound flip a nigga like pancake
Point the gun cross my arm so I can shoot straight
Round here we don't fuck with no joker face
Jail house rules I'm riding with my ace
Bad bitch everything up to date
But I spoil her expiration date
Why the streets so infested with hate
Shit why they put us all in Section 8
Banana clip watch a nigga go ape shit
Throwing rocks at the penitentiary hiding my fist
Tryna get rich just minding my business
Blok Surgery mask on dat mean business
Blok surgery mask on up in the kitchen
Blok surgery mask if I gotta pay a visit
A nurse or doc they don't know who did it
If the brick come solid them Im rockin wit it
If I don't know nothing else I know how to get it
Credits
Writer(s): Dom Ski
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