Took The Block Lyrics

Yeah

Eli Capella

BrandTheBuilder

Yeah

I was a son of a dope dealer

Daddy was hustling moving exotic and also a pack of that nose killer

Grabbing his pistol he never forgot it knowing how niggas got so bitter

Rolling a L everytime he would light it the flame at the end had a slow flicker

Then he would go in a

Hurry to meet the plug and re-up on the product

Hitting the e way jigga on replay swerving the lane in a squatta

Doing whatever he thought that he had to to remain alive as father

Juggling drama with all the resentment thrown at him from all of our mommas

I constant reminder

Of all the damage that he caused in the hood and he coped with that

Locked up in that cell he told the Most High nah I ain't going back

Reading up on that kite I sent him

Writing in them

My flows in fact

He recognized then that all this time I was doper than when he sold the crack

After that he had threw me under the fire

Put me under that pressure until it boiled down to that wire

Packaged me up to make me something that all the hoods gon desire

And now i see that he prepped me up to be the pusher and the supplier

Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I

Shook the spot it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

I grabbed a book to jot that's when I

Shook the spot it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Mami was living in fear as a child inside of abusive environments yeah

Watching her daddy get drunk all the time and never commit to providing yeah

Talking bout he gon commit suicide mentally he was declining yeah

Her mama told her she living outside soon as the baby arriving yeah

Couldn't afford to be jobless struggling getting through college

In front of me she was smiling but she was crying in private

Mentally she would be wylin when the money wasn't piling

She would put that overtime in homie she was really was bout it

Now it's up to me

Cause I ain't gon be living uncomfortably

Waking up and not knowing what I'ma eat

With no lay for the winter or summer heat

Naw homie that ain't enough for me

I put too much into this to not coexist

With rappers on top of my list

Using they gift instead of sticking to the script

Working for a nine to five

Letting every motivation die

Moaning and grunting

Whenever somebody stunting looking through my hating eyes

I ain't asking bull I'm taking mine

For the sake of ma for the sake of pa

Steady writing rhymes with the dopest lines

I ain't lying I be on my grind

Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I

Shook the spot it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

I grabbed a book to jot that's when I

Shook the spot it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I

Took the block it's like I

Cooked the rock and then I