Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? You three o' who
Still snitch on myself when I get in the booth
Still making em' cry when they beg for the truth
The block that I rep, the city I'm from
That's the Timbs with a Canada Goose
Keep the aggression like this the new metal
Treat Mickey's like water, I poison my vessel
Last name BLVCK like the pot and the kettle
Gained some XP, nigga this a new level
Since sixteen been putting in work
My white shooter remind me of Dirk
Using your funds to measure my worth
Then brag about it all up in this verse
Unlike the lot there's weight in my words
Heavy enough Doctor Now getting mad
Time is money, after getting the purse
Made In Heaven I'm doing the dash
Cash me out, I hate paying The Man
A play in L.A. like ten on the Rams
One time a bitch nigga shorted some grams
Snuck up behind while grabbing the Nance
But I still gotta hunker down and move tact
Watch these niggas fake stemming the tide
So if you push up, I'm moving you back
Call it a day 'fore you sully your pride
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
Weather Report, I'm sending out slugs
Used to be broke, run off on the plug
Michael Redd, now I'm getting these bucks
Pop your top like a clam getting shucked
F*ck popping the cork, I drink by the jug
Now my liver as bad as my lungs
I always envisioned going out young
A god amongst men under the Sun
Look the opps done made themselves into rivals
Stalling them out like a car going idle
Whirlpool shit, yeah I drown em' in cycles
Leave em' soaked with the ninety-five Michael
And if I gotta reach under the trench
Leave niggas slumped like he resting a bench
Now look the whole block got a stench
F*ck these niggas, don't pardon my French
Yeah yeah on my bully again
Make sure these bitch niggas don't win
These are the breaks, these are the ends
Pull up to your crib, this Timb bussin' me in
Came a long way from kicking in doors
Have a nigga's BM lay on the floor
Damn Guido, what's all of that for?
That's the art and the beauty of war
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
Jose BLVCK - The Empire Strikes BLVCK Lyrics
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Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? You three o' who
Still snitch on myself when I get in the booth
Still making em' cry when they beg for the truth
The block that I rep, the city I'm from
That's the Timbs with a Canada Goose
Keep the aggression like this the new metal
Treat Mickey's like water, I poison my vessel
Last name BLVCK like the pot and the kettle
Gained some XP, nigga this a new level
Since sixteen been putting in work
My white shooter remind me of Dirk
Using your funds to measure my worth
Then brag about it all up in this verse
Unlike the lot there's weight in my words
Heavy enough Doctor Now getting mad
Time is money, after getting the purse
Made In Heaven I'm doing the dash
Cash me out, I hate paying The Man
A play in L.A. like ten on the Rams
One time a bitch nigga shorted some grams
Snuck up behind while grabbing the Nance
But I still gotta hunker down and move tact
Watch these niggas fake stemming the tide
So if you push up, I'm moving you back
Call it a day 'fore you sully your pride
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
Weather Report, I'm sending out slugs
Used to be broke, run off on the plug
Michael Redd, now I'm getting these bucks
Pop your top like a clam getting shucked
F*ck popping the cork, I drink by the jug
Now my liver as bad as my lungs
I always envisioned going out young
A god amongst men under the Sun
Look the opps done made themselves into rivals
Stalling them out like a car going idle
Whirlpool shit, yeah I drown em' in cycles
Leave em' soaked with the ninety-five Michael
And if I gotta reach under the trench
Leave niggas slumped like he resting a bench
Now look the whole block got a stench
F*ck these niggas, don't pardon my French
Yeah yeah on my bully again
Make sure these bitch niggas don't win
These are the breaks, these are the ends
Pull up to your crib, this Timb bussin' me in
Came a long way from kicking in doors
Have a nigga's BM lay on the floor
Damn Guido, what's all of that for?
That's the art and the beauty of war
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? You three o' who
Still snitch on myself when I get in the booth
Still making em' cry when they beg for the truth
The block that I rep, the city I'm from
That's the Timbs with a Canada Goose
Keep the aggression like this the new metal
Treat Mickey's like water, I poison my vessel
Last name BLVCK like the pot and the kettle
Gained some XP, nigga this a new level
Since sixteen been putting in work
My white shooter remind me of Dirk
Using your funds to measure my worth
Then brag about it all up in this verse
Unlike the lot there's weight in my words
Heavy enough Doctor Now getting mad
Time is money, after getting the purse
Made In Heaven I'm doing the dash
Cash me out, I hate paying The Man
A play in L.A. like ten on the Rams
One time a bitch nigga shorted some grams
Snuck up behind while grabbing the Nance
But I still gotta hunker down and move tact
Watch these niggas fake stemming the tide
So if you push up, I'm moving you back
Call it a day 'fore you sully your pride
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
Weather Report, I'm sending out slugs
Used to be broke, run off on the plug
Michael Redd, now I'm getting these bucks
Pop your top like a clam getting shucked
F*ck popping the cork, I drink by the jug
Now my liver as bad as my lungs
I always envisioned going out young
A god amongst men under the Sun
Look the opps done made themselves into rivals
Stalling them out like a car going idle
Whirlpool shit, yeah I drown em' in cycles
Leave em' soaked with the ninety-five Michael
And if I gotta reach under the trench
Leave niggas slumped like he resting a bench
Now look the whole block got a stench
F*ck these niggas, don't pardon my French
Yeah yeah on my bully again
Make sure these bitch niggas don't win
These are the breaks, these are the ends
Pull up to your crib, this Timb bussin' me in
Came a long way from kicking in doors
Have a nigga's BM lay on the floor
Damn Guido, what's all of that for?
That's the art and the beauty of war
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I act on a hunch
Get in the way you'll be biting the dust
Fathered too many a' styles, I'm Zeus
Guido the tree that be bearing all fruit
This the Green Ranger playing the flute
Three o' what? Nigga you three o' who
Writer: Jose Arroyo II
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