Correction Lyrics That block life by Richi (MaliStrip)

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Ayy Oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark

Yo, I'm due to blow
I got my hood up on my back
I was OT livin', now I'm killing them with rap
I went from serving to them cats, to performing for my fans
Yeah I'm tryna live my dream, I'm tryna buy my mum some land
Heard this that block life
Nick, they had me turning off my hotline
My n***as doing block time, in the kitchen tryna' lock mine
It's peak still, my life has got 'em living off of free meals
It's far from an essay, they'll be home in a couple decades
And this life that we lives' a trap, why you think Rich tryna' make it out?
And they all know that I'm 'bout to blow, gonna make mum and the blocka proud, I love my n***as
We started off broke, didn't have a pound
Been in a pickle several times, never once have I made a sound, I'ma pave a way
The block ain't safe, f**k them jakes
They lifed off Twix and Fessta then they lifed off Kickz and Case
I told my mum that I'll be okay
And my n***as all been through pain
So it's only right when I'm on that stage, that they're with me it's all just fate
They didn't wan' know
But I bet now they heard of me
Me I got b*t*hes all on my live, remember them times they were swerving me
Got my n***a on [?] he was licking his shots in Burberry
Heard them n***as wan' murder me, [?] it's all cos' I'm third degree
Listen, yo, so we're light up with that greaze, cold hearted
Mummy told me that ever since I was 15
You know I'm numb to all this grief
It's cos I grew up on the streets
My little, n***a lost his life, that's right before he took his deen, that's my n***a bro
I still make dua when I shouldn't, cah he wanted to be Muslim, I just hated that he couldn't
Now they're offering me bookings, labels wanna look in
Remember I was jugging, saw a chance and then I took it, tryna' cop it
Mummy on my case telling me stop it, she telling me it's haram son, how you making money off it
But I'm lost, it's either music or get paid off flipping rock
I got paigons, I got thots, neither one are getting love
I got my G whippin', making all that money off a hard M charge
Took my n***as, put them all behind them bars so I ain't smiling
Paigons got good luck cah we can't find 'em
This lifestyle looks admiring till' you're in that court room fighting
Don't get drawn out, this life's kinda f**ked you might get caught out
And if you're getting drawn out, that's some sh*t you gotta sort out
You can't take it on the chin, cah that's a victim in this ting
You better go and grab your ting, c*ck it back or let it spin
I'm on that back road, where most of that cracks sold
Remember 0'12 I had cheese on me like nachos
Hoodie on, my hat low, lurking with a black crow
Convo's on that Zanco that's my n***a just like Django

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