Run the Block
In New York I milly rock
In AZ I run the block
Back in school I wasn't no jock
But I still had hoes on lock
Off this rap I'm tryna pop
But these hoes just said I rock
And Roll
And Roll
Look in the mirror when I rap
I Love how I look
Put 480 on the map
We tryna get booked
I got a leash on the lab
Cash cooking it up
Gas straight from the pump
Pass never gon punt
777 rings on me
Don't share shine don't
Feel sorry
Can't take mine its made for me
Hate goodbyes love good mornings
Stop drop then bank roll
Money hot my flames fold
Drip fire chain hang low
Ghost rider how I bring smoke
Everywhere I go
Like it's 420
Got drink and dro never in a drought
Pedal hit the floor
Then I'm in my zone
I was made for roads
I haven't driven round
Cuz my instincts
And actions are in synch they matching
So rethink your reaction
Before you 6 feet or ashes
Endlessly repeat absence
You passed on past tense
We next on check the status
At your neck strong like absinth
Or new cologne or a back fist
Hit ya so hard change ya accent
Leave the kinda scars you can't mask bitch
I could go the whole song like this
Lost my heart haven't felt since
These tricks cold SSX
Watch Snow fall from my necklace
Icicles hang off the pendent
In New York I milly rock
In AZ I run the block
Back in school I wasn't no jock
But I still had hoes on lock
Off this rap I'm tryna pop
But these hoes just said I rock
And Roll
And Roll
Who want beef then I got it then
Turning you boys into body bags
Need me in HD I'm in High Demand
Can't name a writer I ain't nicer than
Slicing necks with my writing hand
Making noise I'm not a quiet man
Starting fires ain't Fireman
Rocking fuckers like I'm Spider-Man
Smoking sticky boy I got it with me
Got these hands I don't need a blicky
Fix the problems when this shit get tricky
Get the bread just to flip it quickly
Got the clique and they ridin' with me
Seen your clique they should go to Disney
Look like rats and they act like Mickey
I can't lie man that shit be sickening
Make the bread so I can treat my sibling
People love me till they see me winning
I can't hate em boy I can't blame em
See it in me I can be the great one
Talking savage like I ain't one
Keep pushing and I'll aim one
One shot Pack-A-Punch the ray gun
Squad wipe I ain't even aiming
Audemars Patek Philippe
Swear to God that's the shit I need
On my dogs I'm a different breed
I could put you on if you fuck with me
Head sharper than some cutlery
Riding round with the blunt on me
Got your Bitch and she loving me
If she ain't a fan then she gonna be
In AZ I run the block
Back in school I wasn't no jock
But I still had hoes on lock
Off this rap I'm tryna pop
But these hoes just said I rock
And Roll
And Roll
Look in the mirror when I rap
I Love how I look
Put 480 on the map
We tryna get booked
I got a leash on the lab
Cash cooking it up
Gas straight from the pump
Pass never gon punt
777 rings on me
Don't share shine don't
Feel sorry
Can't take mine its made for me
Hate goodbyes love good mornings
Stop drop then bank roll
Money hot my flames fold
Drip fire chain hang low
Ghost rider how I bring smoke
Everywhere I go
Like it's 420
Got drink and dro never in a drought
Pedal hit the floor
Then I'm in my zone
I was made for roads
I haven't driven round
Cuz my instincts
And actions are in synch they matching
So rethink your reaction
Before you 6 feet or ashes
Endlessly repeat absence
You passed on past tense
We next on check the status
At your neck strong like absinth
Or new cologne or a back fist
Hit ya so hard change ya accent
Leave the kinda scars you can't mask bitch
I could go the whole song like this
Lost my heart haven't felt since
These tricks cold SSX
Watch Snow fall from my necklace
Icicles hang off the pendent
In New York I milly rock
In AZ I run the block
Back in school I wasn't no jock
But I still had hoes on lock
Off this rap I'm tryna pop
But these hoes just said I rock
And Roll
And Roll
Who want beef then I got it then
Turning you boys into body bags
Need me in HD I'm in High Demand
Can't name a writer I ain't nicer than
Slicing necks with my writing hand
Making noise I'm not a quiet man
Starting fires ain't Fireman
Rocking fuckers like I'm Spider-Man
Smoking sticky boy I got it with me
Got these hands I don't need a blicky
Fix the problems when this shit get tricky
Get the bread just to flip it quickly
Got the clique and they ridin' with me
Seen your clique they should go to Disney
Look like rats and they act like Mickey
I can't lie man that shit be sickening
Make the bread so I can treat my sibling
People love me till they see me winning
I can't hate em boy I can't blame em
See it in me I can be the great one
Talking savage like I ain't one
Keep pushing and I'll aim one
One shot Pack-A-Punch the ray gun
Squad wipe I ain't even aiming
Audemars Patek Philippe
Swear to God that's the shit I need
On my dogs I'm a different breed
I could put you on if you fuck with me
Head sharper than some cutlery
Riding round with the blunt on me
Got your Bitch and she loving me
If she ain't a fan then she gonna be
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Writer(s): Cameron Perez
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