Intro
Talk different
Uh-huh
Gun Titles, what up, man?
Philly, man. What up, man?
You already know I talk different, man
Here we go
Listen
EAZY The Block Captain: Verse
Oh, they see your success
But they don't really know it came with it
Pain with it. 12-hour shifts bagging pain with it
First gun I bought, it was for show
I just aimed with it
Niggas tried to hit me and, bro, I was delayed with it
Niggas ain’t playing fair
Now I got to stay with it
Tay like to rob niggas. Now we getting paid with it
I jumped off the porch early. Rap, I was late with it
Growing up fucked up. The trap was my escape with it
Every bid I made, shit, I laid in it
Football, got the playoff so they could play in it
Break in it. Knew the consequеnces of my actions
And I stayed with it. Mistake with it
Littlе by little, my soul paid with it
If I say I love you when we beef, I put space in it
If you turn on me after that, then it was hate in it
Put respect on my hands
Forked, trapped, and ate with it
A baby jar of water, imagine what I could make with it
Niggas start hating, telling stories that they knew me
Bitches in box like I ain't know that they a groupie
Got some good work, and I cloned it, said it's Gucci
Had to spend 10 with the plug before he approved me
Listen, y’all, little hard-headed, I was moving dumb
Learned how to shoot a gun when I had to shoot a gun
Old heads on the block scoping, they recruiting young
Put $100 in, they faithful with what they do to them
Came through any place with gas, I'm polluting them
Then they start selling fentanyl, we start losing them
They canines can't smell if it's salt and aluminum
Most scared of the cops
Because them niggas out there shooting them
Huh? Where I'm from, we don't play fair
I put this shit together like it's Mayfair
I get a lot of hate here
Told my homie and my kids that I'm going to change here
Mom said y’all made the block hot, and y’all can't stay here
I understand, it’s evil thoughts with a gun in hand
Came home cool because the plug my man
Took a couple losses if you hustle, put me up again
Look how I made out, shit, I'm in love again
I've been through the fuck with me
They hating, they don't fuck with him
The Chinese boy, the connect, told me, come again
Bitches did me dirty, I ain’t know if I can love again
Now I did them dirty, and they saying they don't fuck with him
When I was looking at the world through my rear view
Hating shit, malicious shit, now I got a clear view
Never claim gangster, I just do what I'm prepared to
You got to second guess, niggas, when they coming near you
I got it now. The ops around need motive
Election time ended again, cops need quota
Whipping on boxing shit, I'm leaning with the shoulder
Champagne and orange juice, I'm whipping up
I learned how to cook from my mama
The dope from the gualas
Black panther on a skit, so the bags ain't chinchalas
They dying over Teslas
I'm quartering power
Why beef over money, and I wouldn't share my dollar
I got to be with God, they can't help me with my problems
Grab ounces to the point that I can iron
Don't appreciate the top, but they ain't come from the bottom
If they shooting play possum, they ain't bitches
That's honor, I got y'all
And tell y'all stories that ain't hand off
I'm shoot the club up, turn it into a dance hall
Work life alert shit, I pay to get a gram off
And with the pop, he's playing handball
Shots after shots after shots
Well, these balls unlimited
If it's beef unfinished, then we don't sleep till we finish it
Before commissary, I was indigent
Flashbacks, like at the crib
Like where all my fucking spending went
On the wrong people, put it out, they gon' spend this shit
We eating some liquor, and the totem bitch is limitless
Niggas say they did something
Homie, I don't remember it
My bitch like a judge
Always guilty before innocent
I don't trust shit, baby
Had to done shit crazy
A lot of fuck shit lately, but to me, that's nothing
Keep shooting till the trigger lose function
If your niggas don't got the same vision as you
That's destruction
Your bitch gotta follow
Your kids gotta follow
This ain't Twitter on the streets
You can't get mad and unfollow
Put my pain in the ball, just put they pain in the bottle
Put my pain in the cells
Without the cells, like I'm Willow
You heard me?
The talk different, you hear me?
