blockwork - philly flow lyrics
[chorus]
30 racks, right inside a bag, n+gga f+ck a safe
free my main slime, he caught an opp, and he popped his face
and i’m smoking, buddy right now, but i can’t drop a name
he was dissing in his rap songs, n+gga died for fame
[verse 1]
ran up 60k, in 6 days, boy that’s 10 a day
my lil’ n+ggas shoot, like they just came, from the nba
i was on that block, moving right, i’m tryna make a play
boy i’m doing books, in this b+tch, i ain’t come to play
remember i was down, couldn’t ask for a f+cking favour
they though i was dead, came back to life, like the undertaker
i can’t feel my face when i smoke all of these flavours
up the chop and watch him drive by, call that sh+t a anklebreaker
i’m on the 8th with two guns, i feel like rambo
i ain’t sign a deal, i make my monеy of the bando
mike amiri, louie v, i got mad clothеs
only time i ran, when i got chased by some fan hoes
so you try to f+ck her? i’m like yes, that’s what i’m tryna do
b+tch i’m from the 5, we smoke his pops, we don’t f+ck with dudey
i was chasing money, since he young, i was skipping school
and we smoking lotti, he tried to run, that n+gga f+cking doomed
if we get the drop, we get the sliding, it’s a doa
and we got him bleeding, boy you know you cannot run away
boy i’m in the field, everyday, like a cornerback
2020 h+llcat, i’m tryna see where the horeses at
if i see the cops, do the dash, this sh+t sport mode
i ain’t f+cking with my codeine, cause i know he told
[chorus]
30 racks, right inside a bag, n+gga f+ck a safe
free my main slime, he caught an opp, and he popped his face
and i’m smoking, buddy right now, but i can’t drop a name
he was dissing in his rap songs, n+gga died for fame
[verse 2]
we catch a opp, we make it hot, this sh+t a tragedy
walk him with a chop, everyday, this sh+t is casual to me
brody hit a opp, in his face, then he passed it to me
we can hit the bank, if you n+ggas, ain’t blasting with me
we catch a opp, we make it hot, this sh+t a tragedy
walk him with a chop, everyday, this sh+t is casual to me
brody hit a opp, in his face, then he passed it to me
we can hit the bank, if you n+ggas, ain’t blasting with me
[chorus]
30 racks, right inside a bag, n+gga f+ck a safe
free my main slime, he caught an opp, and he popped his face
and i’m smoking, buddy right now, but i can’t drop a name
he was dissing in his rap songs, n+gga died for fame
[refrain]
ran up 60k, in 6 days, boy that’s 10 a day
my lil’ n+ggas shoot, like they just came, from the nba
i was on that block, moving right, i’m tryna make a play
boy i’m doing books, in this b+tch, i ain’t come to play
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