Scary Block
I'm from a scary block
If I get paranoid I air it off
Fill your t-shirts with bearing shots
I know my opps burn when they see what's going on
M got a full clip
Who you rolling on
We got sticks in abundance
I got bells, bin bags filled with hundreds
I ain't playing no games
Shoot up the whole place
Got my front door raided by the gunners
They just want me banged up
I just want my bands up
I don't wanna have to ride out, where i'm masked up
I don't wanna shoot
I don't wanna stab
Tell them don't push me, i'll empty out the mag
I don't need to brag I just rap what i live
I swear I could've cried double tapped it and missed
Pissed
The pagans thought that i'm soft
Two bells in my dots
I put bullets into skin
Been on my shit, from way back when
The chopper comes out
When I raise my skeng
Blue tape tryna ride on the guys
Five in the spin tryna light up the 5
Nobody's in sight I gotta circle again
The hood appriciates I put burners on ends
This need can't stop bro they murdered my friend
Now i'm strapped up doing circles again
I'm from a scary block
If I get paranoid I air it off
Fill your t-shirts with bearing shots
I know my opps burn when they see what's going on
M got a full clip
Who you rolling on
We got sticks in abundance
I got bells, bin bags filled with hundreds
I ain't playing no games
Shoot up the whole place
Got my front door raided by the gunners
If I get paranoid I air it off
Fill your t-shirts with bearing shots
I know my opps burn when they see what's going on
M got a full clip
Who you rolling on
We got sticks in abundance
I got bells, bin bags filled with hundreds
I ain't playing no games
Shoot up the whole place
Got my front door raided by the gunners
They just want me banged up
I just want my bands up
I don't wanna have to ride out, where i'm masked up
I don't wanna shoot
I don't wanna stab
Tell them don't push me, i'll empty out the mag
I don't need to brag I just rap what i live
I swear I could've cried double tapped it and missed
Pissed
The pagans thought that i'm soft
Two bells in my dots
I put bullets into skin
Been on my shit, from way back when
The chopper comes out
When I raise my skeng
Blue tape tryna ride on the guys
Five in the spin tryna light up the 5
Nobody's in sight I gotta circle again
The hood appriciates I put burners on ends
This need can't stop bro they murdered my friend
Now i'm strapped up doing circles again
I'm from a scary block
If I get paranoid I air it off
Fill your t-shirts with bearing shots
I know my opps burn when they see what's going on
M got a full clip
Who you rolling on
We got sticks in abundance
I got bells, bin bags filled with hundreds
I ain't playing no games
Shoot up the whole place
Got my front door raided by the gunners
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Lewars
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