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Ma Block

by Infamous Bby J

on The Infamous Mixtape (2018)

*gunshots*

Intro:

Yeah
Bby J
Infamous

Hook:

Only king up on ma block
I call all tha shots
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (ya)
I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Verse 1:

Yo, grew up fuckin' with gangs
Raised in the rap game talkin' 2Pac 'n' Wu Tang
Warnings 'n' respect taught me to survive this thang
Surely I'm on tops, only way I's gots to slang

Street thugs, all we know is we might be next rolled on
(Damn right) The fight's on so our plight we must hold on
Pound of grass that I gotta get sold on
They say the rap game fills our minds with poison

Only shot I've had instilled is this instinct to grind
Yeah, I got my mind on the game pray I may get signed
Or I may be stuck with no more doe to find
Till then, I'ma move this pound by the ounces 'n' rhyme

Yeah

Hook:

Only king up on ma block
I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (ya)
I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Verse 2:

Another shot downed count me crowned
(Oof) Oof motherfuka tear your throat mad hound
Dropping you till you hit the ground
Falling after you bat outta hell ground-pound

Features had me doubted when I was younger
So I went and earned CS some exposure
Westside pride motherfuker I told ya
Doin' this for all my street soldiers

Scum shit we all copped that shit
White trash now I'm losing in
You couldn't match us if it was a game of tennis
Bby J motherfuker hell yeah I'm INFAMOUS

Hook:

Only king up on ma block, (block)
I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (damn right)
I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)
You do not know, what I got
Hit the bar 'notha round of shots