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letra de dyin 2 live pt 2 - blockwork

[intro: chord overstreet & blockwork]
hold on i still want you
gabriel, what’s good today?
come back i still need you
hold on, i still want you
like grahh n-gga
e4dotty n-gga
it’s blocky da g n-gga
it’s blockwork b-tch

[verse 1: blockwork]
like where did you go, you was just on my side
we was just laughing and joking on live
it hurt my heart, when you died
got me askin’ like why i’m alive
how could you leave, you know that i need you
graveyard, i gotta go see you
and i ride with my gun cuz i know that i need to
grindin’ hard, i gotta feed my people
like glahh
and they talk on your name, but they don’t even know you
i get money, don’t care ’bout the total
choppa sing like this sh-t got some vocals
i’m tryna be global, not local
talk on e with the dot, imma smoke you
and you know i ain’t want you to leave
now i’m with my heart on my sleeve
[verse 2: blockwork]
they can’t rap how i rap on the bеat
i get paid everyday of thе week
but this money can’t bring back my brother
he a rat, that boy undercover
he tried to play me like i was a sucker
now he in jail and he need me
f-ck ’em
do you get the picture?
no frame
locked in the cage, i ain’t sayin’ no names
they try to throw dirt on my name
n-ggas know i ain’t snitch on the gang
free bro, i can’t wait till they back
talk on notti, on bro imma blast
they like, “block why you jack him, he called you a rat.”
n-gga, i taught that n-gga how to rap
f-ck a track, it’s deeper than that
i believed when n0body did
ask dd, i’m one of the realest
i told him that he would be winnin’
f-ck the beef, i just wanna be loved
how you a gangster, you never did nothin’
on my block, it’s just me and my gun
too much pain, i think i need a hug
ain’t no lyin, they know i would show up
ain’t no little kid, i had to grow up
n-ggas envy, they know imma blow up
i got time on my side, ain’t no rush
momma dot, if you ever need bread, hit my line, i’m getting it sent
i call your brother and sister to vent
are they okay? imma check
i don’t know why they say i’m up next
fingers hurtin’, i’m thumbin’ through checks
like i’m bout to fly on a jet
bad b-tch, ’bout to give me the neck
too official, they know im on go for the set
and they know that i’ve been through the struggles
everything i got, i got it off the muscle
i ain’t working, i gotta go hustle
i ain’t fighting i don’t like to tussle
[verse 3: blockwork]
like where did you go, you was just on my side
we was just laughing and joking on live
it hurt my heart, when you died
got me askin’ like why i’m alive
how could you leave, you know that i need you
graveyard, i gotta go see you
and i ride with my gun cuz i know that i need to
grindin’ hard, i gotta feed my people
like glahh
and they talk on your name, but they don’t even know you
i get money, don’t care ’bout the total
choppa sing like this sh-t got some vocals
i’m tryna be global, not local
talk on e with the dot, imma smoke you
and you know i ain’t want you to leave
now i’m with my heart on my sleeve

[verse 4: blockwork]
i just want you to know that i’m real
they know where i’m from, i’m from the hill
i lost my brother, that sh-t give me chills
i need a deal, for some mills
on that block tryna run up a hunnid
i had to throw, i was thuggin and buggin
n-ggas cappin, they never on nothing
she call me blocky da g when i’m f-ckin
[outro: blockwork]
like d-mn
like d-mn
grah, grah, grah
she call me blocky da g when i-
i still need you n-gga

- blockwork

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