Letra de 'I Was On The Block (feat. Boogie & Valee)' de YG

The time is now
Gangsta shit

I was on the block when the homie sack flipped
I was right there when he got his new whip
I was with a six-piece, he had a cool bitch
I was right there when the homie got rich
I was wearing the fade when the homie had the braids
I was right there helpin' homie with the plays
I was in position because I would never hate
Now it's my time, and I'm gon' throw it in your face

Pussy poppin', bitches topless
Album droppin', Barney shoppin'
Bottles poppin', Rolex watchin'
Lambo option-ass nigga
Expensive cotton, I want it I cop it
Money plottin', always profit
Bitches flockin', niggas watchin'
Pistol cockin', mad nigga
My chain, gotta ice it
Got a new watch, do you like it?
Got a new bitch, she my sidekick
She know I'm lit, she psychic
I got money now so she do whatever I say
I got the bitch dykin'
I got money now so she do whatever I say
Tell her leave, she hikin'
They like: YG a show-off
I'ma throw it in your face, I told y'all
Before the money, didn't know y'all
Now you on my dick so I'ma hold y'all
Yeah, I had a meeting with Kanye
Yeah, we had a good convo
These was the words from Kanye
Fuck bein' humble, act a asshole

I was on the block when the homie sack flipped
I was right there when he got his new whip
I was with a six-piece, he had a cool bitch
I was right there when the homie got rich
I was wearing the fade when the homie had the braids
I was right there helpin' homie with the plays
I was in position because I would never hate
Now it's my time, and I'm gon' throw it in your face

Three-piece ridin', bad bitch havin'
My ho act like she don't know nobody
Got racks in my pockets, which ones? All 'em
And I'm smokin' exotic, spent six hundred at Chi-Town
In my blunt got White Runtz
She want to kick it, no Taekwon'
I was sippin' red with my bitch the other day
These Amiri jeans cost me 2. 5K
I know all my ex-bitches feel like shit today
I pull up in old-schoolers, runnin' rich today
Bitch I'm straight-A, fall in heaven, I'm in Gucci flips today
Don't run up, I'm not havin', ho, I got the stick today, bitch
I got zip after zip in my day-to-day
Ice my neck and wrist up, Hurricane Chris, 'A Bay Bay'

I was on the block when the homie sack flipped
I was right there when he got his new whip
I was with a six-piece, he had a cool bitch
I was right there when the homie got rich
I was wearing the fade when the homie had the braids
I was right there helpin' homie with the plays
I was in position because I would never hate
Now it's my time, and I'm gon' throw it in your face

I was on my bag and that just put me into shape
'Cause I was givin' way to be the one that motivates
I was in the hood when that shit happened in the gates
No, let me stop, 'cause shit that's still an open case, uh
I can't do no leash with it
Most my women free spirits
So-and-so: How he hit it?
Fuck it, I'm gon' remix it, bitch
'Cause I'm a deep feelin', lease livin'
Weave stricken, wish I seen different
But I couldn't, I done had it bad
Niggas tryna get all my shit
You must be thinkin' you slick
You owe me rent for half a year
You tryna live on my dick
And if my oppers catch me sloppy, see me slippin' and shit
Just write a sentence on my grave, say: This nigga was lit
Remember

I was on the block when the homie sack flipped
I was right there when he got his new whip
I was with a six-piece, he had a cool bitch
I was right there when the homie got rich
I was wearing the fade when the homie had the braids
I was right there helpin' homie with the plays
I was in position because I would never hate
Now it's my time, and I'm gon' throw it in your face