Block Me (feat. Dash the G.O.A.T.) [5/21/22]

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me Last time they stated it was the greatest This time I'm making it to their playlist The next one is the last, you better save it You stop fucking wit'em and now you overrated Tell a nigga no one time and now you fake Shine one too many times and they gon' hate Make no mistake, I ain't here to do no debate I let a nigga talk and use it to motivate, ah It's two sides to a story The one they tell you and the one they tell they self Cuz they can't tell the truth without telling on they self Take accountability, you need Better Help Yup, to make a short story long, I kept pushing When they couldn't see the vision I kept looking Playing with my emotions to push me She think I'm sad, I've been crying in pussy, nigga Close your eyes, you gon' see me blow Putting in work and I still got PTO Any nigga on my dick probably mad about a bitch I ain't even with Now ain't that about a bitch If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me, block me If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine you better block me If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me If you ain't tryna see me You niggas ain't even on my level Diamond in the rough from the ruins of the ghetto Rose from the hatred and the doubt I didn't settle I know you don't love me, no need for wasting my petals I need my flowers now while I can smell them Using my frontal lobe to balance my cerebellum Tried to tell them, but y'all ain't feeling my pain Real south side shit, how I'm gripping my grains A lot of gray matter trying to stay in this game What happens when your reign turns to rain Try not to get drenched, but no umbrellas in this lane First you up, then you down From ballin' to beggin' I done been through it all that's what made me a legend Fuck a list, we really All World with this shit Most of these niggas can't rap and will cease to exist If they play with my name, Marlon with the ball pen I'm wired different, don't mention my name if it ain't top ten Subtract five from that, spending for my dreams I need a verse from Pat Sajak Can't afford to go bankrupt, I gotta shake back Running up the score, trying to get rich and lay back Buy up some land, reimburse my mama with the payback Better say that The voice of the silent The Braeswood hybrid Crime from day one, so they label me a tyrant But I will fade none, I gotta keep firing Cut from a cloth on immortals reside in Bad teens stuck in the church, I gotta lock in Always got the leg to stand on, long as the stock in Running up a check, just enough to make a little sprint But it's still curtains, Roethlisberger with the Big Benz Nasty, like my bitch, but she's the classiest Even if you was Eddie, you couldn't imagine this While this money come together like I'm knock knee'd Get up off my dick with the sucker shit and block me Bitch Anger Often used to cover up our true emotions When you don't know how to express what we really feel The most common and sometimes the first stage of grief Acknowledge your anger or let it drive you further into a deep abyss of depression