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Streets that are round, is filled with good
Notice rock cocaine in my neighborhood
I talked to anybody, that I could
I made new friends, Glock play and events

I had to watch my back, I was aware no fact
That got the niggas on the block, and likin' with that act
But I was off the self, all me, nobody else
I sold my rocks on the block, all around the clock

No matter what it took, there was no stop
No matter what time it be, they can come to me
Open 24/7, once S-M V
Sellin' rocks, on the motherfuckin' block

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Down my block, a cater 'bout to drive
The motherfuckin' clock, why left strap?
I'm just a young black nigga, in this sack
Tryna come up strong, but I was doin' wrong

But I was out of luck, 'cause I'm a product of the ghetto
And my life is fucked, Five-O in the sweat
I didn't have a plan, so I had to run
And try to beat the man, overall

Do some trips, I was out of breath
Like I was close to death, but I had to keep on runnin'
Till I got away, 'cause if I got caught
My ass get slayed, back on the block

The very next day, doin' the same thing
On the scene, 'cause if I stop
My clients would drop, that's why I have to keep on servin'
My rocks on the block

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And my blocks sought up, give vent the task help
Didn't even have a clue who's makin' all the sellin'
'Cause the niggas on my block got jealous and shit
The punk motherfuckers, started to snitch

I was true to the game, I couldn't do the same
Money was my item, not the fame
So I creeped on the roof, late at night
Put the clip in my Uzi, let the fools in sight

I know I came, firin' up some shit
If I snitch at the dial, didn't give a fuck
And it wasn't known, I already spilled disgust
Get my props and all, 'cause this never had slowed

No matter what time it was, I was on the go
Kept slangin' my rock, there's a crack on the block
Now got the thing, thieves comin', these bitches never would stop
I was known on the block for havin' the biggest rock

That's why I pack the most money, carryin' dogs and Glocks
Now, I ran the block, 'cause we was on the job
So I recruited soldiers, to sell my rock
Sittin' in the shelve, still countin' my inner

Got the suckers on the block, servin' the crack rock
Like I said before, if the things keep comin'
The spenders never would stop, sellin' rocks
On the motherfuckin' block

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