Fred The Godson - 5 AM In Block Work lyrics

I'm the truth on the block full of liars Just a bunch of buyers Remember early summers, I open pumps with the pliers Last couple of years I appeared to be the supplier Just bein frank like papaya Pry up, I fix em like MacGyver The real n***as either dead Or they on Rikers Island playing survivor Me, carry a llamas The 80 is an airfold, just spoke to my mama She said baby be careful I got a god range, black squad came Show you how 52 pickup in just a card game And that tek spray, the correct way I'll make sure they see right through you Just like an x ray To be x way, calm with the tents I'm lying The sh**'s intense They iron me through the fence Please don't take offense Can't say that y'all fire Please don't take offense These bars got barbwire God flow, true religion cargos Heat seekers that follow you and where your car goes I'm on a grind, y'all know I serve the fiends line after line, the block look like a barcode I'm Kobe bryant defined, you jay cargo I'm balling to the bank, call me Bonzi Wells Fargo He said I'm ugly, my b**h bad, stop though She just get mad, she a trip like Barrack'O.. Rapping against Springers, I feel like a f**ing ringer Your distance is disappointing, I just ain't pointing no fingers Man I hate and see everything When we cross path I hope you say anything You see I'm more understanding, my shooters got the nine out Just call me cannon, these n***as wanna wildout Chrome will hit your shirt homes And make a tombstone out of your birth stone Hello n***a sit up, T.B.M. riding, y'all high, get up Hello n***a sit up, T.B.M. riding, y'all high, get up