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retch - product of the block lyrics

[intro]
yo v man, nigga i just be thinkin’ like, nigga shit man
i remember when back when i was a kid, nigga
you knowm sayin? like nigga with this rap shit man
you had to really be a ill nigga outside, you knowm sayin?
there wasn’t no muhfuckin’ internet, you knowm sayin?
behind the muhfuckin’ keyboards…
you had to really had to be a live nigga outside
you knowm sayin? it’s like nigga, this rap shit weird now
you knowm sayin? this shit went to the weirdo’s my nigga
the weirdo’s gon’ take this shit the fuck over, it’s..
it’s hard to be a normal nigga, much less a real nigga
you knowm sayin?

v’don

[verse 1]
prolly in the s cl-ss, wavy off a benzo
tints low, just so you could see my face
looking like brad pitt in fight club
hopping out the v for a dutch
see my lil man’s, toss him a buck, it’s nothing
grab some fritos and a loosie, though i said i’m gon’ quit
a little short, you know i’m still on my shit, nigga
you ever leave a show and bag up work
supply the block, so ya man’s ain’t hurt, i ain’t think so

(interlude)
and when the fuck everybody become so friendly too
ya nahm sayin? i ain’t never been that friendly
i ain’t never know the world to be that friendly man, nah

[verse 2]
but all these f-ggot niggas rapping ’bout base
bunch of b-tch niggas taking up space
get ’em out of here
it’s like they read my life and took a whole page
finna start decking niggas off stage
word to mommy, nigga
i’m off tour, now i’m back up in the hood
selling dope and getting money like i should
shit is second nature
and management saying leave this shit alone
but these fiends keep hitting up my phone
and i ain’t turning down dope money
nah, nigga, i’m still hand to hand
might just leave the stage and sell a couple grams
cause i’m ’bout that

[hook]
i ain’t never had a job, all i know is drugs
grew around thugs, selling crack, tryna duck the fuzz
quick to sell a fiend a dummy if i’m going broke
i really live this shit, these niggas rapping, you a fucking joke
i was serving off the block when niggas needed c-ke
snatching niggas biggies wintertime, when niggas needed coats
b-tch, i’m just a product of the block nigga
shit, i’m just a product of the block nigga

[verse 3]
this for my niggas with them goonies that’ll spray for ’em
that open the chips in the store before they pay for ’em
live niggas, when they leave you gotta pray for ’em
cause you know anyone could be the last day for ’em
you know me, prolly getting money ot
brack the window while my youngin’ dime bag a whole p

(interlude)
we still not smokin’ with niggas man, don’t p-ss shit man
my niggas out here tryna p-ss blunts around, nigga
like we in high-school and shit and i got a backpack strapped to my muhfuckin’ back nigga
fuck old do i look nigga? ya nahm sayin? fuck outta here

[verse 4]
and my wife be cutting grams just like the iron chef
crib full of straps, thinking where to hide the tec
we heard some pussy niggas had it up this side of town
we scoped you niggas for a week and took you niggas down
and then be back in the hood all regular
front the store charging up my phone behind the register
white tee, du-rag, skin glowing, pockets all swole
front of the strip and i’m selling it whole, nigga
busting stops all hours of the night
had to clothesline a fiend up off his bike
he tried to short me nigga
and police tryna slow a nigga progress
catch me dipping on a dirtbike through the projects

[hook]
i ain’t never had a job, all i know is drugs
grew around thugs, selling crack, tryna duck the fuzz
quick to sell a fiend a dummy if i’m going broke
i really live this shit, these niggas rapping, you a fucking joke
i was serving off the block when niggas needed c-ke
snatching niggas biggies at a time when niggas needed coats
b-tch, i’m just a product of the block nigga
shit, i’m just a product of the block nigga

[outro]
i’ma tell you where shit got fucked up at man
when niggas stopped gettin’ disciplined man
we finna start bringin’ back wedgies man, ya nahm sayin?
we finna start pickin’ these niggas draws
and puttin’ it right over they fuckin’ forehead man
and blindin’ these stupid -ss niggas, ya nahm sayin?
and they already blind enough, ya nahm sayin?
muhfuckas finna start grabbin’ niggas chains
and just punchin’ niggas out they shit, ya nahm sayin?
cause niggas is tweakin’
and niggas is just gettin’ away with shit, ya nahm sayin?
like everything is just gettin’ a pardon
everything is gettin’ a p-ss, like it’s-it’s-it’s…

- retch lyrics

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