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Ayy, the block is bloody, that asphalt smell like gun smoke
Lil homie 15 with a Draco, swear he don't choke
Red flag hangin' right side, steppin' like the OGs talk
Turn a half into a whole, turn a whole into a vault
My set don't talk, we make moves, bitch, we demonstrate
Seen fools brag about weight till the robbery levitates
On my street, we don't get warnings, we terminate
Hood full of pain, but we turn that shit to dinner plates
I'm the whip with that strap on my lap, lookin' demonized
Bitches get nervous when they see a real hitter drive
Shots in the alley, got the neighbors prayin' Jesus Christ
But I ain't here to repent, I'm here to re-up twice
Red Chucks draggin' on the pavement like a threat line
I been cookin' in them trap spots past the bedtime
Homies on parole, still ridin' like they headlined
We don't tolerate lames, we press them like a deadline
The block is bloody, siren sound like a lullaby
Seen too many mothers cry, that's why I keep somethin' by
You ain't from the turf, stay the fuck off this side
Yak boy in hood race, swear to God I never hide
My dogs move packs like UPS, but with felonies
Gunpowder scent stronger than these memories
Been hurt so much that the pain became therapy
Lost bros to the dirt, so my heart ain't got sympathy
We wave bricks, flip licks, break lies, make chips
Hit the corner in the morning while the sunrise dips
Phone slappin, fiends scratchin, money stackin
Guns clappin, this ain't rap cappin, bitch, this is red rag action
I'm the type to take a risk, throw the dice on the setup
Pull a stick, mask up, teach a rat not to get up
Ain't no love in these streets, just a code you don't let up
If you fold or freeze up, you get boxed like a letter
The block's bloody, but my soul stay cold
And my Glock stay warm, but my aim get bolder
I been in the mix since a kid gettin' older
While fools play ball, I cook dope with the soldiers
Blood homies circle like sharks when the sunset hits
Talk slick, then you'll bleed where your stuntman sits
We don't beef on the net, we make contact quick
Pull up masked in the dark like a contract
My wrist got residue, my shoes got street mud
My bucket got bullet holes, my name got deep blood
This lifestyle ain't TikTok trends or cheap thugs
This the type of path that'll turn saints to weak slugs
Red bandana fold it clean like a scripture line
That chrome 45'll baptize a twisted mind
If loyalty's broken, that's a victim sign
And we erase traitors quicker than we sniff a line
The block's bloody, and it always been
We was broke, but my clique still push that grin
Kept crackin' socks at parties under a ten
Every cop knew our face, but could never pin shit in
From yack gap nights to Hillcrest days
To the county cold floors to the dope spy haze
We survive every chapter like the book don't age
Kontagious on they lips, but the streets wrote the page
So when you hear them gunshots echo through the night wind
Just know that's my homies keepin' territory tight in
We don't do no talk like beef, we excite sin
Blood in my eyes, red dye on my night skin
This block ain't calm, it's a war zone heartbeat
Every porch got eyes, every alley got heat
Every lick got risk, every funeral repeats
But that's the life that raised me, and I ain't switchin' seats
The block's bloody, and we made it that way
Red rack swing, heavy straps, big white hood
Life carved deep, and I rep it every day