Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat
Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
And my niggas say that dope is fake
Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block
I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock
King of the block, niggas know my name
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
Now we chop the whole fucking block
That cellphone that i bought
Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
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