[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"Come to the block"— (Block—)
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"Kids hustle on the block" (The block)
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"My theme is all about making the green"(Green)
"This style of mine is well-defined"
"Kids hustle on the block" (Okay), The block
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust
Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch
Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods
Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements
I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though
Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo)
Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner
If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor
I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December
When I'm finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga
We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown
Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne
Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling
Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"Come to the block"— (Block—)
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"Kids hustle on the block" (The block)
"Come to the block and make the papers"
"My theme is all about making the green"(Green)
"This style of mine is well-defined"
"Kids hustle on the block" (Okay), The block
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust
Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch
Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods
Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements
I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though
Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo)
Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner
If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor
I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December
When I'm finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga
We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown
Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne
Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling
Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on
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