Block Stories lyrics

[Chorus: Trav]
[?] through these streets
It's nothing for my n*ggas, they ride for me
The hood's been good to me
I'm like the king of the city

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
You see king is such a complecated word
When I signed my deal, I used to contimplate the [?]
[?] when it come to making birds
I'm from a town where [?]
[?] selling crack was a process
Till we started [?] in the projects
sh*t we bought the new rides, just to let the town know
We was getting money, taking trips to out of town though
b*tches often noticed us, stick up kids is watching
But them b*tch n*ggas know [?]
[?]
[?]
b*tch n*gga, f*ck you and your feelings
[?] when I was dealing raw
[?] feeling like what the f*ck I need a cieling for?
f*ck n*ggas kill me for
I set up on my P's and my Q's though
I made one call, a n*gga be on the news, ho
[Chorus: Trav]
[?] through these streets
It's nothing for my n*ggas, they ride for me
The hood's been good to me
I'm like the king of the city

[Verse 2: J Delice]
It was us, never them
[?] no evedince
Been through it so effortless, and these n*ggas can't F with us
They try, triggers blowin
Then I put my n*ggas on and
He put on his n*ggas and [?]
I got more money than my teachers
b*tches [?]
[?] these hoes [?]
[?] shots fired, never did no drive by
[?]
No nighttime, daytime [?]
[?] 24 hours
Waiting on these n*ggas like [?]
Southside, I was raised by the towers
You delusional [?]
n*gga move wrong, know what we'll do to you
Headshot, body shot, doctors putting tubes in you
These is the n*ggas I'm supposed to beef with
Can't nobody tell me bout no street sh*t
[Chorus: Trav]
[?] through these streets
It's nothing for my n*ggas, they ride for me
The hood's been good to me
I'm like the king of the city