The Cave: Season 2 - Episode 10 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, uh
Blockworks, where we at?
Let's get it
Uh-uh (Woah, Kenny)

[Verse]
b*tch, it's ConCreatures 227, all dogs go to heaven
Catch me on Stahelin selling drugs with all convicted felons
Mailing address on the package, I ain't even had to track it
Once it touches on, meet me off of McClellan and Gratiot
All of these clucks on my line come from selling stones
Any n*gga from my hood go to jail, bet he could sell his phone
Trapping, catching all the action off the service drive
On North and 39th, we some drug zone south fielders
Really in the field pitching, never been a out-fielder
East back to West McNichols, real 6 Mile n*gga
Downriver slappin' off the campers, all my youngins scoundrels
Playing hardball but I still pitch it underhanded
Heard he put some cheddie on my head, we erased the bet
My n*ggas waving TECs, it ain't no fade to catch
Sauer with the LaserQuest, chopper with the bayonet
But in real life, I'm more sincere with the Avirex
Fifty-slab double-ups, beat the pot out, scrape the rest
Big fat monkey nuts sellin' rocks big as Raisinets
I'm tethered fresh outta WC, JDF
pus*y-ass n*gga, ain't no steppin', you a majorette
Where we at?
[Outro]
I don’t know, Kenny, I'll do this a little bit