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fly anakin & foisey - blockstory lyrics

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[intro: fly anakin]
yo yo, yo yo, yeah, yuh, foisey did you [?], yeah, i bet you

[verse 1: fly anakin]
yeah, this how the story go for those that don’t know
my pops hit my momma with the left, and a [?] stroke
invested in me and i came back with a chain on my throat
let n+ggas [?] but they concerned about the way i get dough
let me appreciate existin’ first, most my past was full of excuses
i made my feelins work, the process, can’t let up a minute, i made the ceilin turf, time that
i get to the []
rap’s pallbearer, the game’s all here
he leveled up a whole tier, face hisself in the mirror with teary eyes, clouded by his fears
co+existence was an afterthought, i found the rope to walk
but those special pieces, my baby lost, [?]
he a bratty b+tch, need to send him off
put him in the car, look back baby, you barely boss
appropriately lost
i got it, come in, let’s take him off
tweakin’ off the raw
i pocket then take the fentanyl, i mean that’s livin’ large
multi+car garage, with my b+tch come to this seminar
from afar, he a star, leave gun smoke in the car
i was made for this, they subpar, they passed out at the bar
fascinated by the way the cheese add up like it’s
fashion beyond the seminars… you ain’t seen the scars
my [?] was full of fentanyl, the sh+t that started car
i peep the damage then sent them off
my youngin’ [?]
it’s hard to manage + then get in charge
treat it like it’s art

fashion beyond the seminars… you ain’t seen the scars
my [?] was full of fentanyl, the sh+t that started car
i peep the damage then sent them off
my youngin’ [?]
it’s hard to manage + then get in charge
treat it like it’s art

[verse 2: ankhlejohn]
past you n+ggas like retrograde
a flyin’ f+ck was what i never gave
and the 7+5+7 prepare for landin’ need h+lla sp+ce
it was a dyk+ b+tch with two tears on her face, look like kevin gates (hm)
play with lordy, either anakin send you to heaven’s gates (f+ck outta here, f+ck outta here)
i was down south with the texas plates
equipped with the chainsaw like leatherface
if you got any sense you better pray for me
he was my neighbor we carried the same story
you grew up catholic, pray saint laurence
me i was baptist, i had my days of glory, but the truth became important
still to this day, i keep that thang on me
whether i got beef or not, won’t let any n+gga get a chance to see me dropped, (never, never, never)
i been spinnin’ b+tches like cd+rom
i’m from a small place, but the city large
n+ggas would rather see you starve
conversations with love and i was focused on the titty bra
now we at my place like here we are
soft trivia
ice breaks with red wine, no lost interests, (not at all, not at all)
nfts, the calls was minted
dig ditches deep enough to fit your coffin in it
[?] the governor rich
that coffin business
she a freak, she use her mouth, with the [?] in it
i was trynna get my b+lls l!cked
before you cross the street, be cautious
i need officers worth millions
i got a reign, and it’s expensive how we livin’
you hear me?
it’s lordy



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