Sammy Stanza - Bloc Control

Roll a 1.2 out of  3.5
Gotta put down if you puffing on them clouds
Ain't nobody smoking here for free around I
I ain't got smoke for ya but I'll get the door for ya
If it don't make sense, I don't pay it no mind
I'm fucked up and my niggas fucked up
But at the end of the night, we gonna be alright
This that Bloc control, smoking grade A like the top of my class
I'm a need a cap and gown cuz I'm on a roll
Walk the walk and talk the talk, I'm popping my shit while I'm on a stroll
Take one look, got these niggas all shook, gotta pick they jaws up off the floor
She wanna sip a drink with the jit
Puffing on a clip, I just copped another zip
Wake up, new day, money, same shit
Posted like some stamps, my niggas hitting licks
Finesse easy money with some clicks
Sammy outfielder waiting on them bands to hit
No pacifist but I'll spark it up and pass this blunt before I pass a fist
So adamant, I been tryna tell y'all that I ain't average
Who I'm spazzing with
They told us spare the beat but we don't follow rules
I tell them bitch you know we bad at this
It's sad as shit, been waiting so long to make it
The road to success is looking like a landing strip
I'm a have a sip
Pour me up, I can't hear you
Gotta speak louder than this gas I'm rolling up
Been gone for the longest time
I don't know when I'll sober up
Say I'm full of myself but she can't get enough
Got so sick of what I'm doing to these tracks,
I think a nigga gonna throw up.
Stick to the rules that I know that I learned from the city that brought me up
I know that niggas gonna hate, don't need a fuck nigga to show me love
It's Fly Eagles Fly but I'm built like a giant like Andre
She a bird tryna hide her head in my lap, had to tell her bae, I'm straight
I can't get no head, while I'm tryna stay ahead of the paper chase
Niggas out here extra, snap my fingers and they fade away
Down in Miami, tell the Canes to make a chain since I made a play
Time is money and I don't know when I'm a go so I'm a spend today
Don't mind if I do, an inch ain't progress, I'm tryna do a mile a two
I can't trust these hoes she crying bout me in the car while she lying to you
Bloc control, that means we shut it down every time the squad come through
No matter what they weigh, I can hold these bars
Think I'll go move a mountain or two
This that Bloc control, smoking grade A like the top of my class
I'm a need a cap and gown cuz I'm on a roll
Walk the walk and talk the talk, I'm popping my shit while I'm on a stroll
Take one look, got these niggas all shook, gotta pick they jaws up off the floor

Written by:
Samuel Dorelien

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