This ain't for the faint of heart, was tainted at a young age
Learned how to hustle hard, even let the gun blaze
If the picture was painted then it was watercolors
G rappers gettin Bugs Bunny money with Warner Brothers
I thought I'd get Daffy Duck dough
Now I'm a fun shotgun and let it clap, though
The fiend got eight but it's ten for the sack, yo
He just wanna see the light, get up outta the black hole
Can I dream without sleep? Sittin on the studio couch
Hit a blunt and levitate to South Beach
Or maybe to Long Beach, but I'm from the streets of New York
With the sharks so I know it's the wrong beach
You could do the breaststroke with your chest potent
But know that you wet when your vest soak
You could dive in this shit, get your neck broke
If it ain't pussy or money then it's the best coke
So fly, so high
If she's yours, wave her goodbye
'Cause I'm just a D-Block thug
Getting money is what I like
And my hood is all I know
Smoke, drink and get that dough
Around the world they love as me
Superstar, hey, that's me
Real cool, never actin giddy on the scene
I dream big and still see Biggie in my dreams
Pity I'm a fiend for the hood and the weed smoke
In love with the streets so that's what I keep it G for
And by the way, I'm A1
I uno, fly black gangsta
Somebody shot him, I was in Cancun, though
It's time on my hands with my watch on
And other than that, I get your block gone
If you don't understand me then rock on
'Cause I done spent hella cash in court
I kill y'all, feel me, let me telepathy thought
Fuck around and blast off the metal at the court
Snitch niggas oughta wear stilettos at the court
So we can know the bitch niggas tellin at the court
So we can tell the fakes from the felons at the court
So fly, so high
If she's yours, wave her goodbye
'Cause I'm just a D-Block thug
Getting money is what I like
And my hood is all I know
Smoke, drink and get that dough
Around the world they love as me
Superstar, hey, that's me
You can end up in a trash can
Brainwave is on the same page as a madman's
Keep the gun stand on the side of the caravan
All I see is money, do you happen to have a grand?
And I'm tryna keep my brakes on, but the brake's gone
That mean I had it with it, flip is automatic with it
Energy is negative
I play the wall like the Centipede and let the Beretta spit
It's the renegade, blunt for the mental aid
I don't wanna flip yet 'cause I ain't get my dinner plate
They ain't built how they supposed to be
So I play the S5 fresher than the groceries
So fly, so high
If she's yours, wave her goodbye
'Cause I'm just a D-Block thug
Getting money is what I like
And my hood is all I know
Smoke, drink and get that dough
Around the world they love as me
Superstar, hey, that's me
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