Whole Block Giggin Z (of Firing Squad)

[Chorus: Z]
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)

[Verse 1: Z]
I'm probably bopping to the beats
I ain't been at the studio for weeks
I quit hitting up they line and the quit sliding down my street
Like a company I guess
Cause homie I don't need a thing
I put half these people on then I started sleeping on my scene
I got a lot to learn, true
But homie I done paid my dues
We got the city swinging back and forth like they was nodding off that booze
After all, that's what I choose
I don't know how to keep my cool
Hop in the booth like I'm on toxic [goof games?]
Monster moves, I'm on dues (aye)
But they never-mind of a better mind
Working a body have to get my head in line
I get better sounds on my better time
And the blockers are out that's already fine
Steady grind, I push every line
And we're revving up like a Chevy sign
Bet he fire with every line
I put heavy time into petty finds