Run the Block (feat. Clyde)

In New York I milly rock In AZ I run the block Back in school I wasn't no jock But I still had hoes on lock Off this rap I'm tryna pop But these hoes just said I rock And Roll And Roll Look in the mirror when I rap I Love how I look Put 480 on the map We tryna get booked I got a leash on the lab Cash cooking it up Gas straight from the pump Pass never gon punt 777 rings on me Don't share shine don't Feel sorry Can't take mine its made for me Hate goodbyes love good mornings Stop drop then bank roll Money hot my flames fold Drip fire chain hang low Ghost rider how I bring smoke Everywhere I go Like it's 420 Got drink and dro never in a drought Pedal hit the floor Then I'm in my zone I was made for roads I haven't driven round Cuz my instincts And actions are in synch they matching So rethink your reaction Before you 6 feet or ashes Endlessly repeat absence You passed on past tense We next on check the status At your neck strong like absinth Or new cologne or a back fist Hit ya so hard change ya accent Leave the kinda scars you can't mask bitch I could go the whole song like this Lost my heart haven't felt since These tricks cold SSX Watch Snow fall from my necklace Icicles hang off the pendent In New York I milly rock In AZ I run the block Back in school I wasn't no jock But I still had hoes on lock Off this rap I'm tryna pop But these hoes just said I rock And Roll And Roll Who want beef then I got it then Turning you boys into body bags Need me in HD I'm in High Demand Can't name a writer I ain't nicer than Slicing necks with my writing hand Making noise I'm not a quiet man Starting fires ain't Fireman Rocking fuckers like I'm Spider-Man Smoking sticky boy I got it with me Got these hands I don't need a blicky Fix the problems when this shit get tricky Get the bread just to flip it quickly Got the clique and they ridin' with me Seen your clique they should go to Disney Look like rats and they act like Mickey I can't lie man that shit be sickening Make the bread so I can treat my sibling People love me till they see me winning I can't hate em boy I can't blame em See it in me I can be the great one Talking savage like I ain't one Keep pushing and I'll aim one One shot Pack-A-Punch the ray gun Squad wipe I ain't even aiming Audemars Patek Philippe Swear to God that's the shit I need On my dogs I'm a different breed I could put you on if you fuck with me Head sharper than some cutlery Riding round with the blunt on me Got your Bitch and she loving me If she ain't a fan then she gonna be