got that Glock thug life

Back on the block, ain’t nothin’ changed but the Glock, Seen too much, now my heart like a rock, Used to post up by that Popeyes, Now I’m duckin’ from them pop guys, Twelve spin the corner, we vanish like magic, Whole hood tragic, everyday static, Lil bro caught a case, now he facin’ a dime, Told him hold it down, don’t fold, do ya time, Mama prayin’ heavy, got the Bible on her lap, But the devil in the cut with a TEC and a strap, I was only fifteen, sellin’ packs for the rent, Had to learn quick, every dollar got spent. Came from the mud, now the chain got a glare, Ops want war, but they won’t come near, I was outside when it rained and it poured, Made it through the storm, now my name in the Forbes, I don’t talk much, just let the bag speak, Used to ride strapped, now I ride with elites, Ain’t no peace talk, nah, this ain’t a truce, This is war, every bar like a noose, I don’t talk much, just let the bag speak, Used to ride strapped, now I ride with elites, Ain’t no peace talk, nah, this ain’t a truce, This is war, every bar like a noose, This that O’Block story, blood in the bricks, Lost a few soldiers, can’t forget them licks, Now it’s penthouse views when I open the blinds, But I never lost sight of them county jail times. Came from the mud, now the chain got a glare, Ops want war, but they won’t come near, I was outside when it rained and it poured, Made it through the storm, now my name in the Forbes.