Block Me (feat. Dash the G.O.A.T.) [5/21/22]

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine
you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me

Last time they stated it was the greatest
This time I'm making it to their playlist
The next one is the last, you better save it
You stop fucking wit'em and now you overrated
Tell a nigga no one time and now you fake
Shine one too many times and they gon' hate
Make no mistake, I ain't here to do no debate
I let a nigga talk and use it to motivate, ah
It's two sides to a story
The one they tell you and the one they tell they self
Cuz they can't tell the truth without telling on they self
Take accountability, you need Better Help
Yup, to make a short story long, I kept pushing
When they couldn't see the vision
I kept looking
Playing with my emotions to push me
She think I'm sad, I've been crying in pussy, nigga
Close your eyes, you gon' see me blow
Putting in work and I still got PTO
Any nigga on my dick probably mad about a bitch I ain't even with
Now ain't that about a bitch

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine
you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me, block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine
you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me
If you ain't tryna see me

You niggas ain't even on my level
Diamond in the rough from the ruins of the ghetto
Rose from the hatred and the doubt I didn't settle
I know you don't love me, no need for wasting my petals
I need my flowers now while I can smell them
Using my frontal lobe to balance my cerebellum
Tried to tell them, but y'all ain't feeling my pain
Real south side shit, how I'm gripping my grains
A lot of gray matter trying to stay in this game
What happens when your reign turns to rain
Try not to get drenched, but no umbrellas in this lane
First you up, then you down
From ballin' to beggin'
I done been through it all that's what made me a legend
Fuck a list, we really All World with this shit
Most of these niggas can't rap and will cease to exist
If they play with my name, Marlon with the ball pen
I'm wired different, don't mention my name if it ain't top ten
Subtract five from that, spending for my dreams
I need a verse from Pat Sajak
Can't afford to go bankrupt, I gotta shake back
Running up the score, trying to get rich and lay back
Buy up some land, reimburse my mama with the payback
Better say that
The voice of the silent
The Braeswood hybrid
Crime from day one, so they label me a tyrant
But I will fade none, I gotta keep firing
Cut from a cloth on immortals reside in
Bad teens stuck in the church, I gotta lock in
Always got the leg to stand on, long as the stock in
Running up a check, just enough to make a little sprint
But it's still curtains, Roethlisberger with the Big Benz
Nasty, like my bitch, but she's the classiest
Even if you was Eddie, you couldn't imagine this
While this money come together like I'm knock knee'd
Get up off my dick with the sucker shit and block me
Bitch

Anger
Often used to cover up our true emotions
When you don't know how to express what we really feel
The most common and sometimes the first stage of grief
Acknowledge your anger or let it drive you further into a deep abyss of depression