M10s

I fell in love, that shit ruined me
I bought a Glock and shot it at Cupid
On block 23, I've got connections now that I've bettered myself
There's respect and protection, time to move, like hot bread

I have brunettes like you, and blondes with green eyes
I've already cried over girls like you, now just talk to me about money
If she's not 17 and up, don't even tell me
What do you want me to tell you?

And I've got a close little brother with gloves on, strapped
He told me: My little brother, whoever touches you is getting laid out
He always has the piece, not me, but he's always armed
Tell me, Ángel, clips strapped together like mangroves

Because of a woman from the past, bro, I'm not who I used to be
I feel alone in a cold world, colder than the Pole
But I keep my cool if I get heated, and roll up a Phillie

So many extra problems that burn me
And more problems when I met the system
There are a thousand antennas waiting for me to do some crazy stuff
But I have a saint and a hundred little shooters watching over me

One goal, one mission, a vice mixed with ambition
Mixed with a fifth-generation little weapon
The heart black like the block, cold
Good is found in the bad, of course, that's nature

One goal, one mission, a vice mixed with ambition
Mixed with a fifth-generation little weapon
They say they're my close friends, but in hard times my phone is empty
Because of so much betrayal, I'm a distrustful person

Little real friends and a load of false friends
Little real friends and a load of false friends
Little real friends and a load of false friends
At the end of the day, they know who they are

Little real friends and a load of false friends
Little real friends and a load of false friends
Little real friends and a load of false friends
At the end of the day, they know who they are

I fell in love, that shit ruined me
I bought a Glock and shot it at Cupid
On block 23, I've got connections now that I've bettered myself
There's respect and protection, time to move, like hot bread

I have brunettes like you, and blondes with green eyes
I've already cried over girls like you, now just talk to me about money
If she's not 17 and up, don't even tell me
What do you want me to tell you?

Tell me armes, Jone Quest
Super Yei
Block Gang, Block Gang, Block
Block, Block (the son's of bitches, tell me Armes)