F.R.E.A.K. - Back Blockz lyrics

[Intro: Youngin] Huh? Huh? Huh? Ha! [Chorus: Youngin] Young n***a jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember n***as had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 1: Cardi Express] Break a moment of silence I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it n***as sendin' threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it We don't hold grudges, they just shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it" Say the wrong name and now he goin' on a k**in' spree Get it playin' cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me I got 'em creepin' wit' these murderer intentions Your hood is full of p**y, I be on it when the shift end I'm close to the edge, so why you guys pushin'? (Woo) Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tookin' (Uh huh) They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach Droppin' the audacity of hope is what the hood wanted Tryna figure out what's acceptable The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable My n***as got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you We lampin' in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through [Segue: Method Man] It's family, n***a, break 'em Just when you thought you had all the answers We changed the f**in' question [Chorus: Youngin] Young n***a jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember n***as had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 2: F.R.E.A.K.] I'm writin' scriptures, but they'll never quote it I'll always tuckin' for any n***a who say he want it A moment, 'cause my father never claimed a fool A full breed in a pit of bulls We ain't got sh** to prove (Facts) I know some n***as who can't read but they can stitch a bone I'm laughin' at you n***as flippin' rules My uncle Carl told me stick and move It's young F.R.E.A.K. though Got these n***as tuckin' they chains like I was Deebo Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though On the set I'm sendin' 'em slugs to free my 'migos (Shee) This back block deserted like Baghdad I'll be damned if they flash cash Reps comin' equipped wit' a gas mask See a k**er but don't push me (Nah) and cash rules I'm outta my mind, play with my grind, I'm on my bully (Shee) See when y'all was tellin' stories 'round the campfire We was havin' shootouts, my whole camp fired [Chorus: Youngin] Young n***a jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember n***as had me out there by my damn self (Ha!) [Verse 3: Method Man] Another day in the life Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in Murder was the case, you can't relate? Then you ain't family then (Nuh-uh) Not even a cousin, Auntie Em or even family friend Plan we in come with the ratchets, we some handymen Got my nephew in the Uber with them shooters Got my dawg on Eukanuba, put a shot through your medulla I don't hate you moolies, just an addict for the moolah To my cash rulers, never give a package to a user (Nah) That's my position, opposition can't maneuver That's a clue to why I'm sittin' in position to manure (Pfft) No Kamasutra, get your karma, you basura I mean garbage and there's clearly nothin' promised in your future Look at this old head drippin' on a back block (Back block) Rich, workin', like he whippin' up a crack rock (Crack rock) Fresh out the pot, pack flippin', make the trap hot And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not [Chorus: Youngin] Young n***a jookin' on the back block (Back block) In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt) Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot) Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self) By my damn self, out there by my damn self I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self My damn self, I did by my damn self I remember n***as had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)