Pegz - Block to Block lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sesta] I got a problem with bullsh** and politic'n If there's a war going on outside sunny, said he chillin' Rappers is happy to hop on a dick for a dollar While I drop it hotter, they gotta cop it, sh**'s proper f** the brag when it's self-evident I'm feeling at home at the sound of impeach the president Drunk veteran smelling like piddle and rummy While I'm slapping them b**hes with big sunnies Pedal meet to divas, eagle spread eager Peace out, the wingspan's lethal You can ask Acca Dacca, she probably had a jack up her sleeve And I don't need that sh** neither So ya plan need be plan b, cause ay First off you f**ed with the family But you already know it so it Ain't no point in keep going [Hook - All] It's Pegz and Funkoars on set Nothing needs to be said Put em up like Knockout Ned Cause we're block to block k**in' it Block to block k**in' it Jase on the beat so we're block to block k**in' it [Verse 2 - Pegz] That's like Vents, one verses twenty cops Corrupt politicians and self-righteous demigods With the greatest hits since brekkie bongs And King's Cross hookers with fishnet leggings on Sketchy Hons, one of rapping's finest Walking the red carpet with a pack of lions Female fans flashing their privates like Janet Jackson and Axle Whitehead It's the life of a rap star, driving a jaguar Hide in the mansion, dining on caviar Smile for the camera, fire the manager All in one breath like Trials with the stamina Don't believe the hype, it's not luxury jets It's not penthouse suites, it's bunking in beds f**ing with Ses, end up on a current affair With a dozen baby mommas lining up for a cheque [Hook - All] [Verse 3 - Hons] It's the return of the motherf**ing Honson man I get blazed with Pegz, til I lost it, damn I still use my cd, to try to cop bl**jobs Like I gave Tony Montana my CV, Hons Still ripping it, while I'm steady as empty As that pocket you've been pissing in, listen in Now you already met the family Mr Trials jacking breaks at knifepoint life Pammi Lee's mammaries So understandably, I don't need to wear a shirt that's pastel to try to mack girls As soon as the plane hits the tarmac My game's on point, I can't miss like a car rack You don't wanna start that sh**, you ain't ill You're a hypochondriac with a bad limp, slam this In ya car til the speakers f**ing haemorrhage Jase on the boards with dirty Oars and Pegasus [Hook - All] [Verse 4 - Trials] Ay, Ay, Ay f** ya flow, find me at the neighbour's home Waiting for the water to flow, so I can go and steal ya soap See I'm broke, no bullsh**, if broke was bullsh** I'd be buried knee deep, dressed red in a bull pit I'm f**ed financially, I don't play it up to be dope For real I've gots to save up to be broke I made a few beats on a couple big sellers Spent the funds getting drunk on enough to fill a big cellar Hey big fella, would you mind moving out the way? Ask a hill what the f** you think a mountain say I'm not moving from a bar stool unless a girl that pa**ed school But looks like she didn't wants to pa** through They say booze k**s the brain cells But umm, uh, umm, ay f** it ay What if I make bail? I'm bad news Like Miss Macro hearing a rap flow thinking she can too [Hook - All]