Revolving
From the block to the top bitch I'm hot
And you not, that's why you hate on me
From the block to the top
You point the finger
Said you soft, and that ain't cool to me
You fuck my bitch that's a plus cause she bad
Do ya thang, gone head, I ain't mad aye
Straight to the cash in a box digital dash
In high school, I used to use niggas as punching bags
Get it popping like some chicken grease
Way before I hit the streets
Family had the block on lock
OGs passed it down to me
Come to think about it
Start to hold my head every time I think about it
Niggas run into thumpers and act like that's the last one left
It's either me or you
I had to choose you wouldn't be here
I know this thick bitch from the west and she cool as a fan
Quiet bitch the type to you but she be pulling scams
Have her set you up for little to nothing cause that's my friend
We be moving scan together never broke her in
Me and her nigga jam together but that's not my mans
I told my niggas NBA never go broke again
Bro say I can't go to the trap no more
That ain't the plan
Them niggas gone back door me if I ever show my hand
I know fashow it's gone be smoke when I take off and go live my life like a Biggie quote
Damn, these niggas tryna stick me for my fucking dough
Damn, my finger on the trigger because I can't go down
But I can't even trip this what I signed up for
So I'll never cry about it
If you live by that gun you gone die about it
Had a choice
Imma put my life on this mic or pick the streets and be blindsided
Killing niggas with freestyles
What I'm writing for
I'm just letting my mind guide me
Know a nigga can't heat down
Finna up the score
Hope he praying that God got him
Baby told me to eat out
Told her go place a order she know I'm busy counting
Stack that money up til that shit a mountain
Anything else you talking don't care about it
Gang
From the block to the top bitch I'm hot
And you not, that's why you hate on me
From the block to the top
You point the finger
Said you soft, and that ain't cool to me
You fuck my bitch that's a plus cause she bad
Do ya thang, gone head, I ain't mad aye
And you not, that's why you hate on me
From the block to the top
You point the finger
Said you soft, and that ain't cool to me
You fuck my bitch that's a plus cause she bad
Do ya thang, gone head, I ain't mad aye
Straight to the cash in a box digital dash
In high school, I used to use niggas as punching bags
Get it popping like some chicken grease
Way before I hit the streets
Family had the block on lock
OGs passed it down to me
Come to think about it
Start to hold my head every time I think about it
Niggas run into thumpers and act like that's the last one left
It's either me or you
I had to choose you wouldn't be here
I know this thick bitch from the west and she cool as a fan
Quiet bitch the type to you but she be pulling scams
Have her set you up for little to nothing cause that's my friend
We be moving scan together never broke her in
Me and her nigga jam together but that's not my mans
I told my niggas NBA never go broke again
Bro say I can't go to the trap no more
That ain't the plan
Them niggas gone back door me if I ever show my hand
I know fashow it's gone be smoke when I take off and go live my life like a Biggie quote
Damn, these niggas tryna stick me for my fucking dough
Damn, my finger on the trigger because I can't go down
But I can't even trip this what I signed up for
So I'll never cry about it
If you live by that gun you gone die about it
Had a choice
Imma put my life on this mic or pick the streets and be blindsided
Killing niggas with freestyles
What I'm writing for
I'm just letting my mind guide me
Know a nigga can't heat down
Finna up the score
Hope he praying that God got him
Baby told me to eat out
Told her go place a order she know I'm busy counting
Stack that money up til that shit a mountain
Anything else you talking don't care about it
Gang
From the block to the top bitch I'm hot
And you not, that's why you hate on me
From the block to the top
You point the finger
Said you soft, and that ain't cool to me
You fuck my bitch that's a plus cause she bad
Do ya thang, gone head, I ain't mad aye
Credits
Writer(s): Trevon Mccray
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