Block Buster ft. Facee Capone Lyrics

Uh, told you muthafukkas I was gonna do this shit when I came home.

Ya

I got sent to the pen cuz imma block hustla

My life is like a gangsta movie, block buster

I'm as real as all my rhymes I double down on that bet

I was on the yard throwing horseshoes at rec

They threw me in the hole now I'm talking thru the vent

Chop it up with OG soaking game that I'm in

He said when you get out betta make them hits

Then he said let me hold something, I shot him two sticks

All these bars, I wrote behind bars

They told me shoot for the moon cuz if I miss I'll be with the stars

You think you hard and reckless

I still got homies on the yard that'll eat yo ass for breakfast

And that's a check bitch

They told me shoot for the stars

On the block going hard

Got me sitting in a cell writing bars behind these bars

Imma block hustla

Real certified Block Busta, Ya

Eight years later everybody calling me OG

Family, God, money back to living life of luxury

I used to daydream about this when I was in custody

I remember I was in the trap house chopping down a key

I used to get my kilo from D-Loc

Make my profit then I reload

Now I'm with my team and we hop out

You on world star getting knocked out

I sip that lean with my circle and we tight

We go way way back in the day day like red light green light

And Simon says

Grew up deep in the dope game

Now I rhyme to stay fed

Gotta keep that loaf of bread

With a D-Back hat

As I sit back, puffin on a grape blunt wrap

Then I'm lighting up a black, and it's like that

Gripping on woodgrain floating in my Cadillac

Always keep a strap, like I'm Hussein

Always keep a freak so I can do my thang

Penetrate from the back

Never hesitate to bust a Mac

Profile as a pimp cuz I'm related to that

I'm just stating facts, I'm never spitting fiction

Always on a mission, stack my paper to the ceiling

Now I'm taking shots of Hennessy and Grey Goose

Cuz imma one hundred proof

Just a thug ass vato, now I'm on the loose

Went from eating spreads, now I'm eating crab leg

Just wanna get laid, just wanna get paid

Stack it up everyday and just save

I just got home so it's my time to win

Ask any muthafukka I was solid in the pen

I do this for my brown

I do this for my town

I do this for my homies that still gotta lock it down

Thirty-one up in the Glock

Four of da wok

Don't understand me then you ain't from my block

All my opps got targets

I'm just a real muthafukka, I'm not even an artist

Imma gangsta but reformed

Still got my police report

Called my momma from the horn

Told her I was maintaining

But that phone call goes quick Mayne

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