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letra de block boy - miyami

[verse 1]
two in the morning i gotta got paid, i’m up with the birds i’m up with the j’s, smoking the black got my mind in a haze
searching for guap on the block going craze
n-ggas not talking bout money they laze’
they popping these pills i’m mobbing wit nate
flipping this pack then i’m back in the cave
n-ggas be capping, they rapping for plays
talking bout action, they actin’ for for days
my n-ggas be trapping, they stuck in they ways r.i.p chris yeah my n-gga was late, funeral service it had me astray
bust at my clique & we bust with the gauge
i ‘member them nights i was starving awake
hustling spirit, it got me a phase
i look in the mirror i’m seeing my age

[chorus 1]
i’m on the block for real, upping the glock for real, letting off shots for real, try me get popped for real, n-ggas get mobbed for real
get bl–dy like cot for real, got muddy like drop for real, my n-gga u not for real
i’m on the block for real, upping the glock for real, letting off shots for real, try me get popped for real, n-ggas get mobbed for real
get bl–dy like cot for real, got muddy like drop for real, my n-gga u not for real

[verse 2]
on the block got my heart on my sleeve
never the type, playing cards when i grieve
smoke out the back with a car full of weed
stuck in my mind, imma stop when i leap
feeling so lost on the block with a p, makin’ some flip but the drop got me deep
gotta bounce back, seeing darts when i sleep
stay on my toes, but i sway on my feet
heart turnin’ cold when your girl wanna leave
haters they bold when they lurk where you sleep, thoughts running deep when you rock like a g, staying 10 toes.. or you fall to ya knees, equipped wit an army but rockin’ one deep, n-ggas on hood gettin’ pop for that cheese, making that choice n-gga starve or you eat, big money talk, get you lost in the sea
universe speakin’ ya eyes do the read
bullets they chasing the glock gotta eat
negative energy pullin’ ya sheets, if that man step he got popped wit the piece
pray for the night gotta take me a breathe
talking that chrome imma give what he needs
blood on my hands, i got mud on my sneaks
drug in the sand, got my heart on my sleeve
shordy she diggin’ my style with the crease
when i was broke i was wilding for cheese
money and power , respect be the peace
i cannot play like a hoe on my seeds
making em trips for the dollar the green
n-ggas they talk imma pull on the scene
prayers to god i don’t fall if i bleed
i’m on a mission, i’m off wit my g’s

[chorus 2]
i’m on the block for real, upping the glock for real, letting off shots for real, try me get popped for real, n-ggas get mobbed for real
get bl–dy like cot for real, got muddy like drop for real, my n-gga u not for real
i’m on the block for real, upping the glock for real, letting off shots for real, try me get popped for real, n-ggas get mobbed for real
get bl–dy like cot for real, got muddy like drop for real, my n-gga u not for real

- miyami

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