Message from the Block

Got a message from the, from the
Got a message from the, yeah, yeah
Got a message from the, from the
Got a message from the... uh

Got a message from the block
Tell us when you drop
You gon make it to the top my nigga, yo
Come link us at the spot
Got a couple thots
Ass fat and they drop my nigga, yo
Know ya brain weighs alot
Rub out the knots
You can smoke it in the lot my nigga, yo
But keep watch for the ops
Anybody will rock
Anybody get got my nigga

This for my niggas out to get the money (money, money)
If not they goin' hungry it's a struggle
Day to day we find a way
'Cause we born with a foot in a grave
And then they tell us to behave
Watch how I escape my dear
Cause Im never put fear over faith my dear
If you ain't ride or die better skate my dear
My dawg bites heads off of snakes my dear
Foreal
Never shown, keep it concealed
And you know he's hard-headed when it comes to the steel
If Allah wills anything into existence
He can also fuckin take it all in an instant
No beef, I'm just sayin' how it is
All heard "damn, son, knew him as a kid."
Take it as a lesson on how a nigga live
Every breath is a gift nigga

Got a message from the block
Tell us when you drop
You gon make it to the top my nigga, yo
Come link us at the spot
Got a couple thots
Ass fat and they drop my nigga, yo
Know ya brain weighs alot
Rub out the knots
You can smoke it in the lot my nigga, yo
But keep watch for the ops
Anybody will rock
Anybody get got my nigga

This for the niggas hatin in secrecy
Mad at themselves cause they ain't on my frequency
Never in doubt cause I am where I need to be
Had to figure out they ain't what they pretend to be
Fraudulent, all of em, artists who be signing with
Problematic labels who promotin all types of shit
Black man dies another White man paid
And we criticize anybody sayin we slaves
That's a clickbait, but nah I don't do it for plays
Hit the booth, spit truth, set liars ablaze
Ask crew what I do since back in the day
Who is you, lil dude, best you stay in ya lane
... I really do this okay
Why Im soundin so aggressive, I've been through it okay
Lost a bag, lost a cousin, no more losing okay?
All things considered, guess I'm doing okay

Got a message from the block
Tell us when you drop
You gon make it to the top my nigga, yo
Come link us at the spot
Got a couple thots
Ass fat and they drop my nigga, yo
Know ya brain weighs alot
Rub out the knots
You can smoke it in the lot my nigga, yo
But keep watch for the ops
Anybody will rock
Anybody get got my nigga

Gotta message from the, from the
Gotta message from the, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Rytch Carrenard, Shawn Boursiquot
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