Letras
Yeah!
This is D-Block (D-Block)
Welcome
Huh, huh
Who could believe she could have a label up his sleeve?
Y'all can't breathe (huh)
The boy Lucha Headache passed the Aleve (whoo)
I reinvented myself, I changed with time
Threw a CEO hat on, stepped up my rhyme (she good)
It's time for this nigga to shine (haha)
It's been the same pattern here for a minute, I'ma change the design (I got this)
Nothing changed, you can still walk with me (walk with me)
Or get a fresh buck fifty
The hammer still tucked in my dickie (haha)
Still fuckin' with these bitches, (wad'd up bitch) the weed is sticky (yeah)
Still with the same niggas (whoo) every day, the guard is picky
And even though I ain't gon' plaque yet (that's right)
She got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set (yeah)
I spit like I been here, (been here) holla at me
You would think I was your father, minus the great chin hair (haha)
Rich, nah, but I holla back when I get there, bitch!
D-G-L-O-C-K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D-B-L-O-C-K
On your B-L-C-G's, everybody 2-G-L-C-K's
For some reason I feel I'ma blow past my expectations, (know this), through the patience
A couple million gangsters in the hood waitin'
For me to drop that vocal code, deny I'm their eternal wounds
Double cuffed in small rooms, with goons and baboons
Niggas with artillery that you ain't even know they make (yeah)
Wanna change my fate, wanna see me in custody of Jake's
The majority of niggas fake, sly, slick as a fox
Soft acting block, my flow contagious like smallpox (yeah)
It's J-Hood, D-Block, motherfuckers is hers (D-Block)
Runnin' your mouth talkin' loud, bet you ain't sayin' a word (bitch!)
Give me this crown or get clapped, you tryin' to dial the rap? (nah)