From the Block Fenix Flexin (Ft. D-Block Europe)

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
(Cuddie Joe on this motherfucker)
I'm with DBE, we came from the streets, nigga
I just poured a four in a Fanta peach

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I'm with DBE, we came from the streets (That's the D-Block)
We done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (Servin' rerock)
Ayy, I ain't lackin', boy, I'm packin' heat (Boy, I'm packin' heat)
Ayy, this yo' bitch, I turned her to a freak (Ooh)
I'm with DBE, bitch, we totin' chops (Totin' chops)
All up on the Billboard, we came from the block (We came from the block)
I remember I was broke, now I rock Gucci socks (Ayy)
Bando Baby 29 gon' let that Ruger pop (Buh, buh)

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
So much [?] on my body, it don't work with me
I know some niggas in my city wanna murder me
I got rich and now I see these niggas turn on me
And that is really burnin' me, I'm chillin' in some Burberry
My nigga caught a body out in Fairfax, he air it out
Drugs up in my body, all the drama, I can't hear that
Draco [?] like designer, he gon' wear that
Wear my AP and my Rollie, I compare that
And I'm still up in my kitchen (Kitchen), I can make a brick flip
Really got me feelin' like a misfit
I'm with Fenix and he flexin', my hitter bring the TEC in
Told that bitch her pussy impressive (Uh)