Lyrics

Verse 1- Substance810

I reside at the end of the pavement/
where the sidewalk starts, always a lot of used needles where the sewer grates is/
a lot of shadowy figures most remain nameless/
some pop up at the news stand with they face on papers/
fiends stompin up and down me tryna taste the flavors/
I see young girls lost they won’t escape the mazes/
it’s Amazin, I’m the start when you trace it back/
cops park on me all day they just be takin naps/
you grew up on me sellin crack and makin stacks/
I gave you life , now it’s time I take it back/
I see so many lost, most don’t make it back/
everyday there’s blood spillin in the pavement cracks/
ppl roll dice on me, and flick blunt ashes/
pour me free liquor and say it’s for the dead homies/
many nights some slept on me/
it’s unfortunate, I know I’m cold wet and lonely/





Verse 2- King Micah



Smell the drugs, ambition, and progression



Every scar earned, came from traumatic lesson



Every car drove, left a Dope Boy impression



Hidden doors holding the pills and smith and Wesson



state patrol monitor the traffic, I crept in



If they pull me over, I’ll be gone til November



So my left hand is on 11, showing no aggression



Doing the speed limit, while Playing Otis Redding



Headed to the coney, to order my usual



At the drive through, spot my custo from the side view



The timing is beautiful, I don’t like to wait

Holding this weight,



As if I’m driving pharmaceutical



His feelings are mutual, he showed me the grip



I gave him the jar, Then pealed off with my number six



I’m hungry as shit, and I’ve been up

All night




On the block taking chances and risking my life







Verse 3- Philmore Green



Peace beloved

I’m a chip off a whole block, rock



Stuffed in the socks of a hustler with ambitions of getting a knot



Made in a pot, it’s sad to say my stay here won’t last long



I made my way to his hand strong



I destroy men woman & children, Turned building to vacant lots



The Government hate but they made the drop



From the chimney to the pavement, his eyes is surveillance



Here comes a loyal fiend pacing with a steady payment



In search of elevation, pure hand to hand changing



I’m the reason why the dealer famous



Here’s comes a car 4 thugs deep, out the window w/ heat



Birds scatter when tires screeched



His body fell when the iron peaked



He’s laying sidewalk and I fell into the streets.. next to the money weed



Cover in blood



the crackhead grabbed us them he fled the whole scene




I’m the reason the this block is mean..