Listen to 8th Block by Sheff G

8th Block

Sheff G

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

Gang, shoot up, shoot up The shoot up game, shoot up game Ga-ga-ga-ga gang, move it, move it gang (Shoot up) great John on the beat by the way Look I done been through the struggle I see how they talk, why they lyin' in music? And I been through the system There's nowhere to be they just come for that bread or you losin' Watch all them - who pickin' and choosin' 'Cause them be the ones have you snoozin' Never get comfy, just stick it and move it Never you learn what I'm talkin' 'bout - Triple your bands But that money gon' be there before you go stretchin' your hand Don't depend on your - Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends Depend on no man Never switch on you mans, or tell on your mans No matter the situation Couple hundreds in hand I stretch it instead And flex like shit was lit I was broke, they ain't give me shit And my class, remember how they'd laugh With the gang jokin' in the back Scrolling for me I was skippin' on Made the grip hot, - pass it off Twist up your - and I'm slappin' raw On the eighth block - risk it all It was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky ain't run into plenty of 'em On the eighth block - risked it all It was just a call, it was just a call They knew my name way before I knew 'em Haters gon' hate hope I run into 'em On the eighth block - risk it all It was just a call, it was just a call Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me No homo the game make it clap for me Don't come and get left in the past for free Love my lil' -, said I love my lil' - She spittin' so nastily I love my lil' -, said I love my lil' - Doin' me nastily Lately been holdin' my anger in I just been holdin' my anger in Flex when you see me, ha, flex when you see me I'm catching a man again They want me locked up in a pen again, huh Stuck in a pen again, they plotting on me all the way to the end I ride for my brothers 'til you see the end, you know me Made the grip hot, - pass it off Twist up your - and I'm slappin' raw On the eighth block - risked it all It was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky ain't run into plenty of 'em On the eighth block - risked it all It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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