"8th Block" lyrics

M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang
Shooter gang gang gang gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang
Great John on the beat by the way
Shooter gang gang gang gang
Look

I done been through the struggle
I see how they talk, why they lie in their music?
And I been through the system
There's no way to beat it
It's cough up that bread or you losin'
Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin'
'Cause they'll be the one time you snoozin'
Never get comfy, just stick it and move it
Live and you learn what I'm talkin' bout
Nigga triple your bands
Bet that money gon' be there before you go stretchin' your hand
Depend on your bands
Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends
Depend on no man
Never switch on your mans or tell on your mans no matter the situation
Couple hundreds in hand, I stretch it instead to flex like shit was lit
I was broke, they ain't give me shit
In my class, remember how they'd laugh (Woo)
With the gang jokin' in the back
But school ain't for me I was skippin' on

Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw
On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo)
On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
They knew my name way before I knew 'em
Haters gone hate, hope I run into 'em
On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me
No homo, the gang make it clap for me
Don't come or get left in the past for free
I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She spittin' all nastily (Woo)
I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She been doin' me nastily
Lately been holdin' my anger in
I just been holdin' my anger in
Flex when you see me, huh, flex when you see me (Woo)
I'm catching a man again
They want me locked up in a pen again, huh
Stuck in a pen again, they plottin' on me all the way to the end (Woo)
I ride for my brothers 'til you see the endin' of me

Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw (Woo)
On that 8th block niggas risked it all it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo)
On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call