Took the Block

Yeah
Eli Capella
BrandTheBuilder
Yeah

I was a son of a dope dealer
Daddy was hustling moving exotic and also a pack of that nose killer
Grabbing his pistol he never forgot it knowing how niggas got so bitter
Rolling a L everytime he would light it the flame at the end had a slow flicker
Then he would go in a
Hurry to meet the plug and re-up on the product
Hitting the e way jigga on replay swerving the lane in a squatta
Doing whatever he thought that he had to to remain alive as father
Juggling drama with all the resentment thrown at him from all of our mommas
I constant reminder
Of all the damage that he caused in the hood and he coped with that
Locked up in that cell he told the Most High nah I ain't going back
Reading up on that kite I sent him
Writing in them
My flows in fact
He recognized then that all this time I was doper than when he sold the crack
After that he had threw me under the fire
Put me under that pressure until it boiled down to that wire
Packaged me up to make me something that all the hoods gon desire
And now i see that he prepped me up to be the pusher and the supplier

Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I
Shook the spot it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
I grabbed a book to jot that's when I
Shook the spot it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I

Mami was living in fear as a child inside of abusive environments yeah
Watching her daddy get drunk all the time and never commit to providing yeah
Talking bout he gon commit suicide mentally he was declining yeah
Her mama told her she living outside soon as the baby arriving yeah
Couldn't afford to be jobless struggling getting through college
In front of me she was smiling but she was crying in private
Mentally she would be wylin when the money wasn't piling
She would put that overtime in homie she was really was bout it
Now it's up to me
Cause I ain't gon be living uncomfortably
Waking up and not knowing what I'ma eat
With no lay for the winter or summer heat
Naw homie that ain't enough for me
I put too much into this to not coexist
With rappers on top of my list
Using they gift instead of sticking to the script
Working for a nine to five
Letting every motivation die
Moaning and grunting
Whenever somebody stunting looking through my hating eyes
I ain't asking bull I'm taking mine
For the sake of ma for the sake of pa
Steady writing rhymes with the dopest lines
I ain't lying I be on my grind

Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I
Shook the spot it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
I grabbed a book to jot that's when I
Shook the spot it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I
Took the block it's like I
Cooked the rock and then I