[talking] 

Love my block, Gulfbank and Antoine 

That's the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga 

That the block that fed me food when my stomach 

Was touching my back mayn 

And I ain't gon lie, that's the block where I done 

Plucked a few dope fiends, young nigga horny 

Hot nuts, you know how it go 



[50/50 Twin] 

On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards 

Chilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actors 

In the back dice game, behind the sto' 

Hearts broke cause Lil' Fo', done came in the do' 

I'm dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling 

Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging 

After dark, is when the living dead start walking 

Niggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarter 

Niggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the low 

Steady losing weight, because they steady on the go 

It's real, I feel every hood is the same 

Everybody doing the same thang, trying to maintain 

I'm trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfish 

But this water won't let me, got me falling off quick 

It ain't all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make it 

Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant 



[Hook] 

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me 

North-South-West-East, cutty rep your street 

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me 

Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police 

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me 

Crank the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat 

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me 

From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch 



[50/50 Twin] 

I'm at a hoe house, while her nigga in jail 

She putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freak 

I don't who who came befo' me, or who got next 

I'm just trying to get the subject, of some head address 

Everybody fucking everybody, that's understood 

We just strap up, because them hood hoe's pussy good 

And a nigga will be lying, and that includes me 

If he say he ain't never fucked, one of them young freaks 

They hustle all week, and hit the club on Saturday 

Hit the park on Sunday, pool hall on Monday 

They getting pilled out, until they pass out 

After the club, we sleeping at them hoes house 

And all our money right, where the fuck we left it 

In the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfast 

Hit McDonalds, happy meal it is 

Call it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what 



[Hook] 



[50/50 Twin] 

Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot em 

But that's just the way it is, they know we thinking about em 

Laws come we all run, in different directions 

Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave 

Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts 

That's what build anticipation, for my album to drop 

Youngsters quitting school, and they fail potential 

Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals 

Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living 

The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws getting 

My real thugs, strive just to keep it alive 

Selling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleed 

Ain't nothing fabricated, it's all the real truth 

As I write I'm in the Penn, is some'ing being produced 

I'm a victim of the game, it's a god damn shame 

Everybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what 



[Hook]