Block Me (5/21/22) ft. Dash the G.O.A.T. Lyrics

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine

you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me

Last time they stated it was the greatest

This time I'm making it to their playlist

The next one is the last, you better save it

You stop fucking wit'em and now you overrated

Tell a nigga no one time and now you fake

Shine one too many times and they gon' hate

Make no mistake, I ain't here to do no debate

I let a nigga talk and use it to motivate, ah

It's two sides to a story

The one they tell you and the one they tell they self

Cuz they can't tell the truth without telling on they self

Take accountability, you need Better Help

Yup, to make a short story long, I kept pushing

When they couldn't see the vision

I kept looking

Playing with my emotions to push me

She think I'm sad, I've been crying in pussy, nigga

Close your eyes, you gon' see me blow

Putting in work and I still got PTO

Any nigga on my dick probably mad about a bitch I ain't even with

Now ain't that about a bitch

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine

you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me, block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine

you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me shine, you better block me

If you ain't tryna see me

You niggas ain't even on my level

Diamond in the rough from the ruins of the ghetto

Rose from the hatred and the doubt I didn't settle

I know you don't love me, no need for wasting my petals

I need my flowers now while I can smell them

Using my frontal lobe to balance my cerebellum

Tried to tell them, but y'all ain't feeling my pain

Real south side shit, how I'm gripping my grains

A lot of gray matter trying to stay in this game

What happens when your reign turns to rain

Try not to get drenched, but no umbrellas in this lane

First you up, then you down

From ballin' to beggin'

I done been through it all that's what made me a legend

Fuck a list, we really All World with this shit

Most of these niggas can't rap and will cease to exist

If they play with my name, Marlon with the ball pen

I'm wired different, don't mention my name if it ain't top ten

Subtract five from that, spending for my dreams

I need a verse from Pat Sajak

Can't afford to go bankrupt, I gotta shake back

Running up the score, trying to get rich and lay back

Buy up some land, reimburse my mama with the payback

Better say that

The voice of the silent

The Braeswood hybrid

Crime from day one, so they label me a tyrant

But I will fade none, I gotta keep firing

Cut from a cloth on immortals reside in

Bad teens stuck in the church, I gotta lock in

Always got the leg to stand on, long as the stock in

Running up a check, just enough to make a little sprint

But it's still curtains, Roethlisberger with the Big Benz

Nasty, like my bitch, but she's the classiest

Even if you was Eddie, you couldn't imagine this

While this money come together like I'm knock knee'd

Get up off my dick with the sucker shit and block me

Bitch

Anger

Often used to cover up our true emotions

When you don't know how to express what we really feel

The most common and sometimes the first stage of grief

Acknowledge your anger or let it drive you further into a deep abyss of depression