Took The Block

Yeah Eli Capella BrandTheBuilder Yeah I was a son of a dope dealer Daddy was hustling moving exotic and also a pack of that nose killer Grabbing his pistol he never forgot it knowing how niggas got so bitter Rolling a L everytime he would light it the flame at the end had a slow flicker Then he would go in a Hurry to meet the plug and re-up on the product Hitting the e way jigga on replay swerving the lane in a squatta Doing whatever he thought that he had to to remain alive as father Juggling drama with all the resentment thrown at him from all of our mommas I constant reminder Of all the damage that he caused in the hood and he coped with that Locked up in that cell he told the Most High nah I ain't going back Reading up on that kite I sent him Writing in them My flows in fact He recognized then that all this time I was doper than when he sold the crack After that he had threw me under the fire Put me under that pressure until it boiled down to that wire Packaged me up to make me something that all the hoods gon desire And now i see that he prepped me up to be the pusher and the supplier Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I Shook the spot it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I I grabbed a book to jot that's when I Shook the spot it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Mami was living in fear as a child inside of abusive environments yeah Watching her daddy get drunk all the time and never commit to providing yeah Talking bout he gon commit suicide mentally he was declining yeah Her mama told her she living outside soon as the baby arriving yeah Couldn't afford to be jobless struggling getting through college In front of me she was smiling but she was crying in private Mentally she would be wylin when the money wasn't piling She would put that overtime in homie she was really was bout it Now it's up to me Cause I ain't gon be living uncomfortably Waking up and not knowing what I'ma eat With no lay for the winter or summer heat Naw homie that ain't enough for me I put too much into this to not coexist With rappers on top of my list Using they gift instead of sticking to the script Working for a nine to five Letting every motivation die Moaning and grunting Whenever somebody stunting looking through my hating eyes I ain't asking bull I'm taking mine For the sake of ma for the sake of pa Steady writing rhymes with the dopest lines I ain't lying I be on my grind Cause everytime I grabbed a book to jot that's when I Shook the spot it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I I grabbed a book to jot that's when I Shook the spot it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I Took the block it's like I Cooked the rock and then I