I stand on the block, block, block on the 1st to the 3rdIn the hand when I serve, I keep a frank nigga birdAnd where I'm from, a thousand rounds get you murkedGotta stay on high alert, bitchLook at my new machine, gotta count that paper till your hand hurtGotta play for geeks, it ain't no love in these streetsI gotta ride with a stick on the seatAnd walk off the head if it's beefWon't get no sleep and crush the beefI copped the biggest scrap, I fixed oneKeep running ahead and I up that bitchIf you think I'm lacking, screamOne on oneHad to make a four-way in the pirate boat to turn the menuAnd these bitches be yelling and screaming whenever they see meAnd I get on stage with all my ice on the feetLine up, I'm a superstarGotta get me buck, I'm a dope boyGet taught, they taught me, better walk like thatAnd I knew man took on some bosses from when we lost that passAnd we, we took that loss and then we bounce right backPull in and bluff on Rallo, tryna bring the 80's backI stand on the block, block on the 1st to the 3rdIn the hand when I serve, I keep a frank nigga birdAnd where I'm from, a thousand rounds get you murkedGotta stay on high alert, bitchLook at my new machine, gotta count that paper till your hand hurtGotta play for geeks, it ain't no love in these streetsGotta ride with a stick on this seatYou'll knock off the head if it's beefWon't get no sleep and crush the beefI copped the biggest scrap, keep one in the headAnd I up that bitch, get *** like I'm MackieStreet one on oneI'm going around with them thugs and I'm moving themWhen I caught me a plugI was just shooting at the opposite run from the copI was just smashing the dogShe said she loving on me, wanna *** with meI won't even excreteI was just smoking my whip in the back of the beatAnd the streets on my beatI was just holding my down for a nigga to denyShe said to bust down, got her blind, don't play with her mindStashing these bones all in the wood just like they were mineFuckin' that lil' bitch for the first time, perfect timingKeepin' my scrap in the book bagStashing the work while I cook itThe first and the third, that A on the two-packI stand on the block from the first to the thirdIn the end when I serve, I keep it frank, look at birdAnd where I'm from, a thousand rhymes get you murkedGotta stay on high alert, bitchCome on the machine, gotta count that paper to your handGotta play for keeps, it ain't no love in these streetsYou gotta ride with a stick on the seatYou'll knock off the head of his beefWon't get no sleep and crush the beefI copped the biggest scrap for bitchesKeep running ahead and I up that bitchYou can like or like it, street one on one