Potter Payper - For the Block lyrics

[Intro] (Beam me up, Scotty) (Supreme) [Chorus] Real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like— Do it for the block, for the block Said you'd do it for the block Real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like Damascus in Syria You do it for the block, for the block, you're a prisoner You do it for the block, but the block'll never visit ya [Verse 1] You can't compare me to rappers, we ain't similar I circle my house, I'm securing the perimeter Pain in my heart, so much now it's familiar Blade in the dark, gotta ride for thе whistler Bangin' and I'm hangin' like a lifer on a ligaturе I cook cocaine and supply the distributor I never could've pictured none of this when I was littler When I used to bunk into Showcase Cinema I had this little jaan with a back like Vivica Couple years later she's on crack and I'm tickin' her Ammonia on the stove like white wine vinegar They just write rhymes I write real life literature In the booth lick o' dark Old school stick 'em up In the trap triple up Cloth I'm a different cut No one ever wished me luck So I ain't never give a fu*k I'm from BK b*tch I gave that boy a fifty buck sh*t I mean a buck fifty They're killing in my fu*k city All that big drip now Only ting you drip in's blood They was out hitting clubs I was out slinging dubs They was out hitting clubs I was out slinging dubs [Chorus] I'm a real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like Damascus in Syria You do it for the block, for the block You said you'd do it for the block, for the block Man a real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like Damascus in Syria Said you do it for the block Said you'd do it for the block [Verse 2] I used to do it for the block Been through it for the block My boy done sh*t acted like I never knew him From the block, down the block Banging out, that's a three man unlock Gotta close that back door Gotta keep that one locked Gotta keep that gun co*k Cah they're hating in masses Cuh we ain't choosers and beggars We rather gangsters and rappers Armed blaggers with trackers Boy this is Barking and Dagenham You know we're known for the mazza's But not that that even matters I'm eating dauphinoise and salmon I drizzle olive oil all on my salad They ain't in my tax bracket I mean wap bracket And I deffo let you have it I 'on't smoke passive And I ain't talking 'bout this Cali that I roll backwards She put that needle in her vein her eyes just rolled backwards And I can't rate most rappers I guess I'm old fashioned sh*t, and I can't rate most rappers I guess I'm old fashioned [Chorus] Man a real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like Damascus in Syria Said you'd do it for the block, for the block You said you'd do it for the block, for the block Man a real outlaw like John Dillinger My lifestyle's scary like Damascus in Syria Said you'd do it for the block You said you'd do it for the block