Pulp Fiction Lyrics

Around the block

How's this shit still happening

That silly boi in different sneakers

Bet he ever changed his kneekers

A hand on his tiny stick he's datin

A hand on a soap he's milkin

On the street feels like a pit bull

At home doesn't even clean up his fucking table

Treat his mum like an enemy

While gettin the beating from real enemies

Rollin joints thinkin its lit

Rubbin dem mandem callin it Fait

In a group actin like it's pulp fiction

One by one he's a junky with an addiction

Around the block

How's this shit still happening

That silly boi in different sneakers

Bet he ever changed his kneekers

A hand on his tiny stick he's datin

A hand on a soap he's milkin

Huh,I was in a prison cell yeh

Talking about being sentenced a hell

My fam have ditched me, I was all alone

Never felt in this shit hole I belong

I did my time, yeh

I did my right, yeh

Now back with ma boys

You bet I'm back with them toys

My ex from the block is calling again

But still won't look back im the one who to blame

Listen man, I aint Writing letters again

It's me and my self lurking for fame

The life that I lived aint just gonna be the same

I'm tired of you bitch ass you better get in lane

When you see me cutting thru on the rise

They taking you down im taking you prize

Just seen some stinks getting close to my fait

So I stormed out with my girl and told them to bait

Around the block

How's this shit still happening

That silly boi in different sneakers

Bet he ever changed his kneekers

A hand on his tiny stick he's datin

A hand on a soap he's milkin

They tell me I got lucky they bark

Ain't nothing was fine, had to grow up in the dark

Now if I ask your bitch for her number

I bet She'll bust it open before I put it in her bumper

I'm facing her back, you beggin her to comeback

Maybe the one, maybe the two and ill send her back

Ucker at my place never been up

Rolly is tickin and your time is up

Around the block

How's this shit still happening

That silly boi in different sneakers

Bet he ever changed his kneekers

A hand on his tiny stick he's datin

A hand on a soap he's milkin

I could say that I believe in god and I believe in karma

So you better start listening to me and you mama

Before it's too late to stop this nonsense drama