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letra de bloodline - ronnie block

told me get the mud so i dug a ditch.. that hustle in my bloodline i’m gettin rich.. been street savy momma use to call me sl!ck.. alotta n-ggas tryna score so i keep a stick…ion trust a soul done seen alot ..but if u stayed with me yea that mean a lot.. everybody wanna plate when ya fix the pot..but they run up out the kitchen when it’s gettin hot .. call e i need the gits to go find me a dot.. they say i’m paranoid i’d rather have the shyt then not.. love you when ya broke get on top n n-ggas plot..why i keep my eyes open i ain’t gettin got.. spent racks on the chain bands on a watch.. had to icе up a bit florida summers hot..jackboiz out dea raidin spots.. n-gga ask y i hustle causе i make a lot .. i be to myself i know how n-ggas hate a lot..
on my grind gettin it in i’m just tryna win..
on that trick 50 short tryna buy a benz ..
run the score up on these p-ssies man i’m tryna win.. don’t be comin to the trap unless u tryna spend…b-tch ion even trust u why u bringin friends.. circle tight we ain’t tryna let n0body in..momma always told me listen n-ggas aintcha friends..

got hustle in my blood ..stacks on my mind.. tryna run a check knee deep in the grind .. if i ain’t seen know i’m doin fine .. tryna lay low them folks givin a lot of time..big plug yea it’s droughtin i ain’t ever dry.. paranoid i won’t go to church without the fye.. lotta pain tryna ease up forever high …ya hatin die n go to h-ll forever fry

pop a perc it keep calm im just tryna vibe..
keep these n-gga way from round me cause they ain’t my kind…window tinted smokin za while the car in drive.. no risk no reward i put it on the line.. real hustlers in my city good on ever side .. i had to cut some nighaz off cause they don’t ever ride..solo alot ppl see u win it hurt they pride .. treat the beat like a playground a n-gga slide… ain’t really one to play round that’s how n-ggas die…lotta pain u can see the shyt all in my eyes..lost my granny and my son feel like my soul died…but sav was lookin down tellin me it’s go time..shake the scene up i’ll do that shyt in no time..i’m on some dope shyt but i ain’t snorting no lines..nighaz talkin trap shyt ain’t serve a whole dime..out of sight steady makin moves the whole time..

- ronnie block

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