Released on 2018

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*gunshots*

Intro:

Yeah

Bby J

Infamous

Hook:

Only king up on ma block

I call all tha shots

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (ya)

I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar ’notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Verse 1:

Yo, grew up fuckin' with gangs

Raised in the rap game talkin' Tupac ’n' Wu Tang

Warnings 'n' respect taught me to survive this thang

Surely I'm on tops, only way I's gots to slang

Street thugs, all we know is we might be next rolled on

(Damn right) The fight's on so our plight we must hold on

Pound of grass that I gotta get sold on

They say the rap game fills our minds with poison

Only shot I've had instilled is this instinct to grind

Yeah, I got my mind on the game pray I may get signed

Or I may be stuck with no more doe to find

Till then, I’ma move this pound by the ounces ’n' rhyme

Yeah

Hook:

Only king up on ma block

I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar ’notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (ya)

I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Verse 2:

Another shot downed count me crowned

(Oof) Oof motherfuka tear your throat mad hound

Dropping you till you hit the ground

Falling after you bat outta hell ground-pound

Features had me doubted when I was younger

So I went and earned CS some exposure

Westside pride motherfuker I told ya

Doin' this for all my street soldiers

Scum shit we all copped that shit

White trash now I'm losing in

You couldn’t match us if it was a game of tennis

Bby J motherfuker hell yeah I'm INFAMOUS

Hook:

Only king up on ma block, (block)

I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar 'notha round of shots

(shots, shots, shots, shots)

Only king up on ma block, (damn right)

I call all tha shots, (shots, shots, shots)

You do not know, what I got

Hit the bar 'notha round of shots