Blac youngsta - Represent

I represent the block, the slums
They cops they lock my arms
Smoking pot collapsed my lungs
I can't die I gotta watch my son
All the kids grow up raised in a drug house
All the capping and shit get you took out
Grandma packed my shit I got the fuck out
I represent for niggas that don't snuck out
The niggas that told they wouldn't be shit
The niggas drive off in a V6
In a Honda Accord need the heat fixed, real P shit
I represent the dope boys tryna turn into rappers
The good boy turned into a jacker
The dope boy tryna be the good boy streets so cold
He done turned to a savage

Streets so dry I'll front you a packet
Price kinda high gotta come through taxin'
These niggas fake doing all that action
These hoes fake wearin' all that plastic
I'ma savage
My lil bad bitch she work at Zaxbys
She gon' suck dick 'til she get raspy
You payin' for a hit I'm the one wackin'
I'm the one clappin' you the one dappin'
Heavy camp first place they come in second
Killers on payroll they come in black
And there's no understanding when they come attacking
You go to jail they gon' toss you're salad
Freaky lil bitches they'll toss yo' daddy
I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck yo' momma
I'ma cross her like she cross yo' pappy
Young niggas in the hood still tryna make it out
I ain't never really understood what the hatin' about
You ain't representin' for yo' hood you ain't take 'em out
I'ma represent for my hood 'cause I made it out
I represent for them niggas don't wait around
I represent for them niggas gon' stay down
You represent for them niggas gon' say some
I represent for them niggas gon' lay down


I represent the block, the slums, they cops they lock my arms
Smoking pot collapsed my lungs
I can't die I gotta watch my son
All the kids grow up raised in a drug house
All the capping and shit get you took out
Grandma packed my shit I got the fuck out
I represent for niggas that don't snuck out
The niggas that told they wouldn't be shit
The niggas drive off in a V6
In a Honda Accord need the heat fixed real P shit
I represent the dope boys tryna turn into rappers
The good boy turned into a jacker
The dope boy tryna be the good boy
Streets so cold he don't turned into a savage

You know the streets turn a nigga into a demon you know
I wasn't a bad person
I just had to do bad shit to take care of good people
You feel me?
Church on Sunday on the way
Church on Sunday album on the way
Church on Sunday, don't forget

Writers: Sammie Benson

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