PBM (feat. Kilo Trey)

Post-block, bitch, I rep that shit every day On the grind, tryna put on for the gang, Circle small, lotta these niggas be lame Finna go roll up some pain, and post up on post with the guys Gotta keep the motion going, I can't be broke if I tried Most these niggas not real, you can see it in they eyes Fool me once, but you won't fool me twice Burnt the bridge, so you gotta pay that price Summertime, niggas outside rolling dice At the store, we ain't worried about the price Niggas be hating just to hate, I could never relate Came from an empty fridge, now I got a full plate Filled with the heads off the snakes, we do not f*ck with the fakes We do not f*ck with the fakes Post-block Back in this bitch and they know that I'm lit Kilo, he be talking his shit Been in the trenches, was born with a chip On my shoulder, heart colder Fuckin with gang, you a poster Ain't got time for the goofies and posers Getting money, really all I think about Living in hell, couldn't make it out These niggas be dying cause they chasing clout Catching licks, only word to mouth Bro got the toaster, they run they mouth If you ain't talking money, what you talking about If you acting funny, it's all the same But you playing the game, on Hall of Fame Stay in your lane, or you a stain Knock to your head, one to your brain Living like Drake, nothing was the same Cropped out the picture, you out the frame It's a tough market, hard to process change I got the fire, bitch, I'm the flame I got the fire, bitch, I'm the flame I got the fire, bitch, I'm the flame I got the fire, bitch, I'm the flame I got the fire, bitch, I'm the flame