Two-way, deuce, siete
Yeah, that way
All this pressin' is depressin'
The pressure is still pressin'
Against a nigga flesh
It's beyond measure (pressure)
Don Mega prime setter, prize fighter (yeah)
You know I rep the dirty glove like a high catcher (you know it)
It's concrete creatures
Twenty-two times seven (blockworks)
Five-Seven shot for surefire, John Legend (brr)
The pied piper with that rod
Strike you down to God
Can't cheat death
He tried to beat the odds
With a pair of trick dice
Hundred carrots, thin sliced (eat 'em up)
Them lil' pieces that you wearin', shit light
Press and tear on my Skeletor
Hustler forevermore
I had to make some adjustments
While others placed judgement (dear God)
They hate, I stay above it
Ain't no way around it (at all)
I'm leavin' shit the same way I found it (brr)
Pronounced dead on the scene
Feds wanted me
Can't think straight without the weed
But that money keep a nigga grounded (root)
I'm just a drug zone nigga
Catch me in traffic
They don't want no smoke or no Nicorette (no smoke)
'Cause I be in the drug zone with it
Where we really active
We don't post guns on the internet (I sold dope)
You know I be with them drug zone killers
Thinkin' he a savage
But the whole hood know he been a rat (blockworks)
I'm just a drug zone nigga
That'll swing the traffic anywhere the custos spendin' at (skrrt, skrrt)
Where we at?
My youngin itchin' for that framework
Did it on camera
Nigga didn't even change shirts (brr)
They killed his bro
He wanted them to feel the same hurt
That he felt when it first happened
How his brain work
Finished the job, all in a day's work (It's hard work)
But something was missing
Knew he had to put in that pain first (woo, woo)
Got flicked once when the cop put in the name search
Came back clean, told him to "Have a nice day, sir" (blockworks)
May 1st, day my mother was born
Went to jail on her birthday
Was the regular norm
Stayed ahead of the curb and now we peddlin' foreign
Rain, hail, sleet, snow
I had to weather the storm
Everybody street niggas 'til your family mourn (blocks)
And make a nigga reconsider
Wish he never was born (brr)
On the East coast, catch me off of Belvi and Warren (eastside)
Where we up stick and shoot that bitch with excellent form
It's Mafia, what else?
I'm just a drug zone nigga
Catch me in traffic
They don't want no smoke or no Nicorette (no smoke)
'Cause I be in the drug zone with it
Where we really active
We don't post guns on the internet (I sold dope)
You know I be with them drug zone killers
Thinkin' he a savage
But the whole hood know he been a rat (blockworks)
I'm just a drug zone nigga
That'll swing the traffic anywhere the custos spendin' at (skrrt, skrrt)
Where we at?
Seven-six drug zone
Nigga, no mask or gloves on
Even before this Corona shit, I wasn't fuckin' with niggas
Fuck you think gon' change now?
Same old, same old
Yeah, Blockworks