yeah i m bloodshot glassey eyed breath smellin like piff wired up fire up another one let s get lifty real dopey pour me another cup of that hellfire watchin for the police we outside choppin it up shootin the shit couple niggas making bangs i m just tryna spit some good rap to this bitch that i ve been tryna hit since we was nineteen damn she still fine as shit remember at the card tables feelin on my dick got pregnant by that nigga i ain t seen her since then it ain t nothin like the hood sittin on top the benches you terrified where i m comfortable in the trenches most of my friends is in projects nigga brooklyn queens the whole ny nigga nigga pull your card like a atm mistook me for fool found out that i m poison on the block a staple in the hood like the liquor store in the church i m cut from a different cloth the fabric of life in every hav verse pull your cabbage wig worm i did mad dirt deserve this groove so you fear to lose have your whole team rockin r i p tattoos rested and hooked to ivs n y c city of the crime scene paint a better picture call me ace banksy they scoop you off the floor like fall raked leaves nigga take a knee cause this one over you in the fourth quarter with the reaper on your shoulder around every corner or at least most of them somebody gettin money or a chest openin the pain so real not even motrin could take away the pain or save a closest friend the block what up kid you not from round here outside on the block word don t know who you is man right here where y all at on the block out here on the block police police niggas stay up in that block2