67th Block Lyrics

Lately I've been manifesting my circle to win

I repent to the lord but I do it again and again like a saint with a sin

Prolly the works of my devil within my life

Thought that I wouldn't survive

And now that i can't decide

Should i keep running or should i just hide

I know they try to put me on the dirt

I know I'm the one that always putting work

But I'm never dolo outside with the gang

Fuck with us you get put on a shirt

Don't tell me I'm crazy when you never learned

You think that accomplishments is what you earned

I'm tired of the conversating with you bums

You fuck with the fiya and you could get burned

(Fuck with the fiya and you could get burned)

Burnup

Straight za with the henny we turn up

Foe gang in this bitch yea word up

Fuck the fakes in the game they don't know us

(They don't know us)

I ain't your bro so don't bro me and I got the chop I can show you the deal

I cant give a fuck to ya bitches and snitches so fuck how y'all feel

I got to go thru a phase

Mama forgive me for all my mistakes

I can't even look at you straight in the face

If i catch a body murder was the case

I hope it don't happen to you

I hope it don't happen to me

Wasting your life in a quarter a second but I got some places to be

Look

You know foe on top

My gang got a hunnid of problems, and hunnids adding everyday and woah

You know I be hustling money from every second every way and woah

You know we get lit in this city so watch how you talk what you say and no

No you cannot hang with gang is you buggin we gon' let it spray

I've been manifesting, I just hope for a sign just to give me direction

And that bitch is a lesson cuz they only gon' love you when you be progressing

But I got an impression, cuz I know you a snitch

Ask a hunnid of questions

And I don't need affection, call your baby mama and I'll get her undressing

They tryna copy my style

They tryna hang with a real one

But they never gon' last for a while

Scared of the opposition when you deal one

Feeling moody you know imma tweak

This shit crazy wont last for a week

And sometimes I be feeling like meek

I got dreams and nightmares every time when I sleep

Talk to me nice

Or never talk to me at all

Tryna get with me every time I ball

Where was you at when I'm down when I fall

You was outside never link with the bros

Cuz you was too busy with fucking your hoes

And he didn't know that I hit on the low

Screamin , pull up what's "FOEIN" you know how it goes

She was too busy with chasing the finer things

She want them diamond rings

She told me she love me she don't give a fuck bout her mans, he just a minor fling

Behind the things

You try to hide

I rap and sing

Apologize bout some things

I fantasized about the bag

And realized that I was king

Keep it a hunnid I'm on this shit

Pass me the henny I'm gone I'm lit

Send me the addy I'm on to hit

And I'll pull up on fashion It'll cost the fit

Keep it a hunnid I'm on this shit

Pass me the henny I'm gone I'm lit

Send me the addy I'm on to hit

And ill pull up on fashion It'll cost the fit