Retch - Product of the Block lyrics

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Retch - Product of the Block lyrics

[Intro] Yo V man, n***a I just be thinkin' like, n***a sh** man I remember when back when I was a kid, n***a You knowm sayin? like n***a with this rap sh** man You had to really be a ill n***a outside, you knowm sayin? There wasn't no muhf**in' internet, you knowm sayin? Behind the muhf**in' keyboards... You had to really had to be a live n***a outside You knowm sayin? It's like n***a, this rap sh** weird now You knowm sayin? this sh** went to the weirdo's my n***a The weirdo's gon' take this sh** the f** over, it's.. It's hard to be a normal n***a, much less a real n***a You knowm sayin? V'Don [Verse 1] Prolly in the S cla**, wavy off a benzo Tints low, just so you could see my face Looking like Brad Pitt in Fight Club Hopping out the V for a dutch See my lil man's, toss him a buck, it's nothing Grab some Fritos and a Loosie, though I said I'm gon' quit A little short, you know I'm still on my sh**, n***a You ever leave a show and bag up work Supply the block, so ya man's ain't hurt, I ain't think so (Interlude) And when the f** everybody become so friendly too Ya nahm sayin? I ain't never been that friendly I ain't never know the world to be that friendly man, nah [Verse 2] But all these f*ggot n***as rapping 'bout based Bunch of b**h n***as taking up space Get 'em out of here It's like they read my life and took a whole page Finna start decking n***as off stage Word to Mommy, n***a I'm off tour, now I'm back up in the hood Selling dope and getting money like I should sh** is second nature And management saying leave this sh** alone But these fiends keep hitting up my phone And I ain't turning down dope money Nah, n***a, I'm still hand to hand Might just leave the stage and sell a couple grams Cause I'm 'bout that [Hook] I ain't never had a job, all I know is d** Grew around thugs, selling crack, tryna duck the fuzz Quick to sell a fiend a dummy if I'm going broke I really live this sh**, these n***as rapping, you a f**ing joke I was serving off the block when n***as needed coke Snatching n***as biggies wintertime, when n***as needed coats b**h, I'm just a product of the block n***a sh**, I'm just a product of the block n***a [Verse 3] This for my n***as with them goonies that'll spray for 'em That open up the chips in the store before they pay for 'em Live n***as, when they leave you gotta pray for 'em Cause you know anyone could be the last day for 'em You know me, prolly getting money OT Play the window while my youngin' dime bag a whole P (Interlude) We still not smokin' with n***as man, don't pa** sh** man My n***as out here tryna pa** blunts around, n***a Like we in High-school and sh** and I got a backpack strapped to my muhf**in' back n***a f** old do I look n***a? ya nahm sayin? f** outta here [Verse 4] And my wife be cutting grams just like the iron chef Crib full of straps, thinking where to hide the tec We heard some p**y n***as had it up this side of town We scoped you n***as for a week and took you n***as down And we back in the hood doing regular [?] start charging up my phone behind the register White tee, du-rag, pockets all swole Front of the strip and I'm selling it whole, n***a Busting stops all hours of the night Had to clothesline a fiend up off his bike He tried to short me n***a And police tryna slow a n***a progress Catch me dipping on a dirtbike through the projects [Hook] I ain't never had a job, all I know is d** Grew around thugs, selling crack, tryna duck the fuzz Quick to sell a fiend a dummy if I'm going broke I really live this sh**, these n***as rapping, you a f**ing joke I was serving off the block when n***as needed coke Snatching n***as biggies at a time when n***as needed coats b**h, I'm just a product of the block n***a sh**, I'm just a product of the block n***a [Outro] I'ma tell you where sh** got f**ed up at man When n***as stopped gettin' disciplined man We finna start bringin' back wedgies man, ya nahm sayin? We finna start pickin' these n***as draws And puttin' it right over they f**in' forehead man And blindin' these stupid a** n***as, ya nahm sayin? And they already blind enough, ya nahm sayin? Muhf**as finna start grabbin' n***as chains And just punchin' n***as out they sh**, ya nahm sayin? Cause n***as is tweakin' And n***as is just gettin' away with sh**, ya nahm sayin? Like everything is just gettin' a pardon Everything is gettin' a pa**, like it's-it's-it's...

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