[Chorus: x2]
I get my paper on my block
I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time I keep tellin' you

Look if you deal coke and your still broke
Start grindin' more homes
Cause I'm a drug connoisseur homes
In the hood good jobs so hard the find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryi'na start shinin' more homes
Thats why I make em hurry up and buy
Like that china store homes
Cause they'ya give ya time for a dime or more stones
And tell it ain't ma twist I'm not that kinda boy homes
But a lotta niggas singin' like the commodore homes
I'm ridin' when its time for war homes
The chrome on my hip could flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kinda boy known to split domes when I palm the Taurus
Or spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus
Ma mind like a thesaurus
I'ma shine regardless my brain a dictionary
Lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound
The hustlas home now

[Chorus: x3]

E'ry bar I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed
This a gift from the lord Christ
So if you livin' the hard life you cant give back the hand you was delt
So play ya cards right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow right?
So I stay in the streets like a deer that stare in that car light
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get my lean on
On some bars type shit
Until my cream gone and my bar like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip
Thats why I floss like this
With my frost bite wrist cause we all quite rich
I love this life
I threw different color ice in my cross like swiss
And all I give brauds is hard type dick
Have 'em twirlin' they tongue
Yeah I know I got a girl and a son
But um, its a mans world and I'm as real as they come

[Chorus: x3]

I'm from a block where niggas get it poppin' at
Where kats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin' that
Cause that hot shit got kicked like a soccer match
I'm from where the m1s and the choppas at
Philli is where you could come to go gun shoppin' at
You rockin' plack
Got the chain with the watch to match
You better watch ya back it'll be gone you ain't got yo gat
Kats'll jack ya,POP, he ain't got a strap
Kats'll rob ya mom if she got a stack
Cause niggas tryin'a get paid
And niggas ain't tryin'a get waves when they rockin' a stockin' cap
Where I'm at, they got gourmet pots of crack
And you will spend like 24 for a block of that
My niggas tryin'a get the cheese but no not to rat
I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't a option at

[Chorus: x3]

Writer : LAMB/BELL/EPSTEIN/REESE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC