And the Block Say

Got a lead box, where you at?

You the homie fucked up

What?

You the homie that lost all love

Why?

You the homie

that had to grind me

You can talk all that shit but you know where to find me

I'm the homie in the lot

Cut off leads, creased up with the one size

I'm the homie in the tea

You the homie that your homie be like

Where the tea at?

I'm the homie putting word

Upstate feds, you the homie doing the king's word

I'm the homie, you're the homies

I fuck a real cheese

You a point, don't wrap it bologna

I'm the one that got it locked

Sugar boom boom got me here, that boy Vegas now

I'm the one that make it clap

Up on st

age, nothing good

Vegas putting wack

And the blues I say

And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm the homie that you love to hate

I'm the homie

that's still on drugs

No I ain't

I'm the homie you in the backseat

Backseat

With your wifey

Wifey

Making it work like an athlete

I'm the homie, you're the homie

I'm bald, head tatted up, got a ton of PC's on me

I'm the homie in the club

Club

41 on stage a

nd I'm still getting groupie love

I'm the homie on the block

Block

65 caddy packed out with them pill shots

I'm the homie leading sideways

If you do the speed, let me get the fuck outta my way

I'm the homie in the studio

Thanks again, bashing out on the mo

vie, bro

I'm the homie keep a good circle

My color stay blue, but the gray boy do wear purple

Purple

Hey hey hey hey hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.