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letra de the block fed us - rell cortez

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[verse 1]

for any n-gga gotta problem with me speak

up, quick to drop that bag for any body tryna

creep up, we starved in that 3 wasn’t n0body

tryna feed us, i swear they gon’ go broke on my

pops tryna keep up, they then p-ssed me off

this b-tch dumb, she think sucking d-ck gon’

get me hard, i put a 20 on bro case just to

get him off, you love your life than you must know

i’m not the one to cross, i love my dog but that

don’t mean i’m trusting every call, trey

i tried to mute the pain but let that love get

in the way, pops told me you got brothers not
friends n-ggas fake, i been in and out the bank

but these hoes i dont chase, i swеar they think

just cause we fam i gotta go all out my way

you ain’t talking bout that bag blood or not

you gotta wait, it’s a lot of sh-t i did but won’t

say i gotta facе, i remember jumping gates

me and t was ona race elz slidin’ ona bike we

all could’ve had a case, crossing love ones

ain’t my type of hype f-ck you hate on me

like i ain’t struggle for this type of life

back seat of my whip covered the windows

tryna hide the light, they was in the bed tucked in

having lovely nights n-ggas getting smoked
but still living they ain’t touch em’ right, don’t

tell me nothing else bout these n-ggas’ f-ck they life

i can’t trust no more, they rather see me with no soul

[verse 2]

it be the ones you least expect the ones you

close to, i never speak on sh-t, but i know

what i’m suppose to, what’s yo question

you want know how i get it, b-tch ion know you

it don’t matter who you are if you against me

ima smoke you i than f-cked some b-tches that

i knew i wasn’t suppose to f-ck, shawty told me

i make her feel like i never notice her

travis just came home first thing we did
i had to roll one up, tint on all the whips so when we spin they

never know is us, you could say you love, i might

tell you that i love you too, but ima love me first b-tch

you second you a substitute, n-ggas’ want me

dead but ion know who that’s gon’ happen to

i had to put a bag on my flesh don’t know

who f-ck with who pops probably jumping for joy

i know he proud of me, i use to disappoint him

so much, he ain’t acknowledge me, i hate the fact

i feel so alone, like who gon’ ride for me just tell me

what you f-ck with me for ain’t gotta lie to me

- rell cortez

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