Block Boy - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Real block boy stuck up on the street corner

'Course I got toys and bro's got his big borer

Pressure for the opps, bullets for an informant

You ain't really on piss, you just a shit talker

I done a booting broadday and hit the steam sauna

I left corn over there and made the beef warmer

I'm the enforcer, everybody's in order

I know the rules of the game I've seen street trauma

I let one nine go, I kept three quarters

People call my phone, I tell 'em prе-order

You got a mind that you approach, you better bе cautious

You might drown boy, you're swimming in some deep waters

I'm in some clean forces, I got my dirty boots

My waist size 34, I bought the .32

Bro got his first one and caught the murders blues

Still denying all the violence that she heard we do

You probably heard of us, we never heard of you

You know the set, OS purgin' crew

And if you don't know about the body count

Then pick your phone up and go search the news

Or you can ask the enemies for further proofs

Jump in the dinger, swerve the coupe

Job done, burn a zoot

My pistol talks Russian and German too